I looked through the window, it had blinds but through their gaps I could see the street, people walking below, I wondered, if any of them could hear ...s, or better yet, see us. She gasped out in a moan, casting a glance at the window and voiced her protest, her hand unhooking from around my neck to reach over and brush her fingers against the blinds. In her lust-dazed state she tried to close the blinds further, only causing a commotion as she slapped them crudely. I did not linger by that. As we were waithing, I noticed she was buying a magazine that had a front page headline about dreams. We were discussing the possibility that maybe some dreams were events that were yet to happen in our lives. It seems she was working on her bachelor's degree in clinical psychology and she was doing research .When I told her that I was experiencing a certain reoccurring dream, though not elaborating, she seemed interested to delve more into the matter. We exchanged e-mail addresses and went on. “Just let yourself go,” she said, “just do as many poses as you can so that I can get a good selection from which to choose.” I realized that no mention was made of the pictures and negatives that Ian would be taking with his camera.At first I was a little unsure of what to do as I didn’t want to be too open but I didn’t want to hide myself either. As the session went on I got into the feel of it and was soon enjoying myself. I kept noticing how Ian was trying to get a good view of my pussy. “I didn’t mean it wasn’t pretty, but where else would you buy a ring that old?”“It belonged to Trey’s grandmother,” Lisa sharply responded. “When she died his mom inherited it. I didn’t know it but when Trey went home a couple months ago it was to tell his folks he was going to propose. That’s when she gave him the ring.” That brought even more oohs and ahhs ... and more jealousy from the blond whose blue eyes had just turned green with envy.Britney had no real interest in Trey. After college.