I did my make-up, pouty mouth accented by a hint of rouge and gloss, mascara, and a touch of blush to bring out the flush of my cheeks. Grabbing my pu...se, I was ready.In the car, they were playing Frank Sinatra. I listened, finger-snapping occasionally as I took the long drive to the airport. Pushing through the throng, I glanced at the paper in my purse, finding my way to the gate. Five minutes, and the plane was scheduled to arrive. It was early, though; I stayed in my seat facing the exit. So we go into the kitchen diner, he opens the laptop and then presses keys and my boob pic, from here, appear on the screen. He then says "if you don't show me these now, I am going to send the pics around work, from your email account"....I am thinking oh no, oh no....So he eggs me on, I lift my jumper and flash my boobs, he insists i take my bra off. So I do and show him my boobs.He then flick the key and shows me the other pic, "and this he says" ?Oh now I am thinking I am in trouble, but. Once I,d recharged my batteries with a cup,of coffee and the ladies a cup of tea it was Sarah,s turn for me to feast on her quim while young Franny sucked me toward orgasm and took my baby gravy deep in her womb. All three of us covered in sweat and semen we went in our house and showered then dried each other off. Sarah confessed to Franny that she was no stranger to lesbianism having first experimented with her best female friend way back in her teens and how it helped to stimulate our love. "C'mon, let's mingle," I urged. "I'm hungry!" You're always hungry," he teased as we descended on the refreshments. He still only came up to my earlobes, but he was slowly gaining on me.The Kool Aid pitcher was low, but I naturally went for a cup of the ice water anyway, and a fistful of what I presumed were oatmeal raisin cookies. At least none of the raisins moved.Mrs. Devers was gazing benignly over the gathering as Mike and I circulated, introducing ourselves. I did my best to follow Carl's.