She was not feeling guilty because of her need for humiliation. In fact the weekly spanking session which began with her naked and Jenny fully clothed...still continued to date. They created a real frisson. She was not feeling guilty because of involving her own daughter. Jenny had always been supportive and understanding. The guilt and apprehension was about the photographs. What if someone found out about the session?As time went by the fear diminished. Although Fiona was feeling more and more. I had it in this sodden mass, dripping inside the shower and was still standing, staring at her unclothed beauty.She turned and saw me.One hand went to her breasts and the other to cover her golden pussy hair.“Bob!” she yelled. I started and my head jerked up. “Hurry and get those in the washer!” she yelled again. I left, leaving a trail of milky water all the way to the utility room.Now I was a mess. The floor was a mess. Megan probably hated me. My whole life was a mess. I pulled off my own. I cautiously lifted it to find a dark colored thong below it. I gently cupped her left ass cheek in my hand. It was soft and supple. This was part of the problem that had gotten me in this situation.I hooked my fingers in the thin wasteband of Chloe's panties and slowly pulled downwards. She stirred slightly as the panties got caught on her bent knees and I paused. She continued snoring and I carefully continued as Taylor leaned against the wall next to the bed watching me.I gently took. ‘Up,’ she would tell me, when we shopped for bras in the store, ‘He likes them up, not hanging down.’ She would cup her hands under her breasts to better explain and emphasize, ‘Up, up.’ At this point Enrique was virtually living with us. Not only was he coming every day on his lunch hour, and several times during the week in the evening, but he had begun to spend his weekends with us, under our roof. I slept in the guest room during his stay-overs, and several times during the night I was.