To show them off, why not let me photograph you properly.’ ‘Now, you’re being naughty. Next you’ll be wanting me to show my knickers.’I flat...ered her enough to pull up her dress to mid-thigh and cross her legs-which by the way were very curvy. During the shoot she crossed her legs several times and gaining more confidence said, ‘You know, this makes me feel really good. Maybe you could take some more pictures in my room, I would feel more comfortable there’. I agreed to that but as I had other. She was sitting Indian style on the mattress and looked a mess. I pulled her close to me and hugged her. “You can do better hon and you will.” After she loosened her arms from around my hips, I laid her down and lay next to her. Holding her close to me, I stroked her hair until she stopped crying and fell asleep. Giving her a quick peck on the back of her neck, I soon dozed off next to her. I wasn’t angry at her anymore.In the morning, Jennifer slipped out of bed and made breakfast. Giving me. "Morning, Dorothy. I'm Sally and this is Maria."I smiled and bobbed something that might have been a sort of curtsey.Then I realised she wouldn't have been able to see me smiling."Oh, do come in," Dorothy said warmly. "It's so kind of you to help.Let's go into the kitchen first, then I can show you around. Do youwant to hang your coats up?" She pointed to a row of coat hooksbehind the front door.She was a lovely old lady - mid-seventies, I guessed. She ushered usin and led the way. I was propped up on my elbows, and my head lolled back over my shoulders as I emitted a wave of barking cries. Clarissa’s hands were slippery with her sweat and mine as she took a vice-like grip on my thighs, pushing herself down onto me and then pulling out again. Sweat also glistened on her face and her breasts, as we ground our way to a final, gut-wrenching climax. Exhausted and out of breath, we collapsed side by side, my pleasure being extended in a way that was almost excruciating as.