From "Hi there! I'm smiling at the beach!" to "I'm a woman and I've got something to show you."We both knew we'd crossed some kind of line now and I ...as shooting sexy pictures. I placed Claire on her back on the sofa and then lifted her left leg up onto the back of the sofa, then placed her right leg on the floor thereby opening up her panty crotch to my curious camera. Claire was giving me mixed signals with her facial expressions. Sometimes, a silly little smile, sometimes bedroom eyes as. ‘Brian, don’t look at me that way.’ ‘How am I looking at you?’ ‘You’re using your convincing look,’ she said, getting up and taking my hand. We found a cocktail lounge that was next door to a motel. Most of the customers looked like they were transients. We ordered whiskey sours and danced to a slow song. ‘Did you dance this way with Peggy?’ ‘Close?’ ‘Yes, did you hold her close the way you’re holding me?’ We sat down to finish our drinks, and I told Paige about my first date with Peg, how she. My waist and hips were a lot more important to me now. When we got back to the house, a car was sitting in the driveway. It was a police car but it wasn't marked. One of those flashing lights sat on the dashboard and there was a police radio visible hanging beneath the console. A man in a suit was sitting on the front porch. He stood up when we approached. Jack stepped between me and the man, shielding me. "Hi, I'm detective John Swanson." He said as he displayed a badge and ID card. "Are you. Pulling my hand upward, I was soon touching her moist pussy. I had never touched a woman’s pussy. She moved my fingers up and down her pussy. I felt my cock throb in my trunks. Placing her middle finger behind mine, she slowly forced my finger inside of her. Her pussy lips seemed to suck at my finger as it slid in and out. I had never imagined anything could feel so wonderful. She pushed another of my fingers inside her pussy. Her hips were now rocking as my fingers slid in and out of her. I.