“Yeah,” I said. “My real name’s Giovanna, but everyone calls me Ellen.” She was speechless for a moment, but then said: “I think I get it....So you’re Vera.” I laughed. She seemed to be smart, and I liked that. It’s not often an interviewer understands humour. “That’s right,” I answered. “Well then, Carol, let’s talk a little about you. You’re a writer of erotica?”“Porn,” I replied. “Erotica sounds too fancy for the stuff I write. It’s hardcore porn. I don’t want anyone to read my stuff expecting. It was not far from the steam and I spoke to Hanna which kind of caused them to jump a little. I laughed, “We can talk now.” There was relief and I kissed them both with a hug and, “I love you guys. You’re so brave. I’m going to make you happy.” They smiled with approval. “Follow me. We’re going to the steam.”Hanna gave her approval immediately as she told her friend the wife about our experiences in it earlier.Around a corner we all witnessed the beginning of the steam swirling, moving about. It said 'Upskirt photos of unsuspecting women.'This may seem unlikely, but up until that time I had never gone to any pornographic sites on the Internet. I clicked on the Upskirt' topic with no idea of what to expect. The web page that came up had several thumbnail pictures of woman sitting in parks, at tables and some I couldn't make out because the picture was too small. When I clicked on the pictures to enlarge them I found that in each picture you were able to see the woman's panties under. .both r****g me and making love to me at the same time - your a****l passion not to be denied, whether it hurts me or not, you've gone past the point of knowing or caring - you only want us to become one, and you pull me feet down around your waist and behind you so that my heels dig into your buttocks, pulling you even farther into me, deeper and harder, the sweat gathering in your brow and chest, beginning to drip down onto my chest and face as you grunt and groan with pleasure and a****l.