You could see straight up the front, to the little plump bulge of my pubic mound. I could just make out the pink curve of my labia. I felt myself blus... with a sort of embarrassment. I suppose I hadn’t expected to be looking straight at the evidence like this. I scrolled to the next picture. This one had been taken using the zoom, and you could see the labia quite clearly. I stared at it for a moment, fascinated. Then I felt a nudge, and looked round. She was smiling at me. “Keep going” she. Oh, I touched up my makeup and made sure nothing that was only twenty-seven years old was showing, tugged my wig firmly into place, and pulled on a huge fluffy bathrobe over my flannels. I padded to the kitchen, made coffee and took a cup into the little office space. Definitely command central. I scoped out her equipment pretty thoroughly and decided the first thing I was going to do was disconnect her from the internet. Whatever is running on these computers, I don’t want to risk someone from. He explains what is on offer: hand-jobs are cheap, blow-jobs cost more, etcetera... Lena wants to know everything. The difference between those jobs, or the sex acts Bert and Jane had enjoyed. Lena blushes as Bert brings back to memory the few intimate moments they had been able to share on rare occasions on holiday and back home. She remembers well how eager he had been to feel her up at her bums and down her belly. To see her fully nude, which had happened only at a few occasions. Her. The lads cleaned the rabbits, till Penny called them for tea, Boggy by now feeling a bit better, his worries about his strict dad on hold till he would get home. After the meal the three sat watching the TV together in front of a log fire, Penny dressed in a loose dressing gown and a thin nightgown, curled in the old armchair. She became aware of the young lads eyes, glancing at her nipple`s peeping through the thin material, both the nipple`s and the boy trying desperately not to be noticed. .