"Look at these," he said to me, unceremoniously.Before he showed me the folder, he remembered, belatedly, to look to Louise for her consent. I'm sure ...hat Tad sensed that Louise would already know pretty much what was in the folder -- more photographs of her in her birthday suit. But he had realized, a little late, that more than just Don's permission might be required."It's OK, Tad," Louise said. "Go ahead and show them to Cathy."I didn't know what to expect, but the three photos in the folder. She wasn't for long. I just walked around the block and slipped back into the house. I smiled as I heard a moaning sound coming from her bedroom. She was taking advantage of being alone. I bet she did that all the time when we kids had been in school. But she didn't have to do that. I would be glad to help her. I slowly walked through the archway and down the hall to her room. Her bedroom door didn't lock. I tried not to make the floor or the door squeak as I opened it. I peeked in. My. He began to kiss me, much harder this time. His hand opened buttons on my shirt and rubbed my nipples through my camisole. I returned his touch raising my camisole and pulling his naked stomach and chest against me. Our mouths continued our kissing, our tongues exploring each other. I felt his hand on my shorts on my excited bulge. I undid his pants and reached inside to his cock, his hard throbbling meat, erect in my hand. As I stroked him I felt the presence of someone else behind me pressing. They asked if I had thought of going back to horses and I said, "Quite frankly, no. Not because I'm against them but because I don't understand them. I'm an engineer and I can see that we should be able to maintain our steam powered equipment for many years. The technology is simple and most of the equipment was built to last, after all most of it was built eighty to a hundred years ago and still works. OK, it takes quite a bit of TLC to keep it running but we can afford that. After all, with.