Not rid of those pesky things yet. How about a date next weekend?” I nodded and the arrangements were made.About ten the next morning Bridget return...d looking tired. She put on a t-shirt and busied herself around the house. Finally, after lunch, she asked, “Could we snuggle and talk?”She started with, “Are you OK with what I did?”“Tell me so I know what I’m supposed to be OK with.”“We had pizza and beer like you and I do and watched a movie. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other so half way. No, she wasn't going to be a sex slave with all that bondage and pain stuff, not that she thought Richard would ever be into it. All the same, she would enjoy doing what he told her to do because she also thought that, provided she did not come on the "old Sharon", he would listen to her. She would have to talk sense though.She looked forward to the future with excitement.He did not whistle and Sharon was not surprised. On the other hand, she masturbated nightly: something she had never done. I could sense that she was confused and unsure of next steps. She stared straight ahead as she mulled over her thoughts. “This tough one,” she remarked, “Because you’re so damn handsome, funny and attractive.” “Feeling remorseful for inviting me over?” I asked. “No,” Betty responded. “ I just wanted to get to know you a bit better.” Life on Eden Trails was about to get complicated. “Tom hasn’t touched me in years,” Betty remarked. “Sometimes, I just crave a special touch and to feel. During the posing Sue made us put our arms around each other, and I could smell Fran’s perfume. In my head however, Fran was still wearing only her bra and knickers, so I tried to concentrate on Sue only to find myself staring at her boobs. As she moved from upright to bent forward, then from left lean to right lean, taking photos, her tits were almost falling free and seemed to be only held in her dress by her hard nipples. The session moved on and we did a few more sets of clothing, and then.