‘I’m an freelance nomad photographer by choice but take commercial commissions to maintain my standard of living. I’ve been commissioned by a go...ernment agency to supply it with 200 river land scenic shots with emphasis on soft shots.’ ‘You mean dawn and dusk or during late morning mist?’ ‘Exactly have you been involved in this before?’ ‘I am a botanist.’ ‘Jesus.’ ‘Oh, aren’t women permitted in your book to be qualified in something not particularly practical?’ ‘No, oh god no, I don’t mean that. That is ’til he met Kelly with her brown hair and blue eyes, she caught his attention right away. Walter hadn’t come to the states to get into a relationship, he was here to work, to better himself. But Helen was just such a sweet person he couldn’t help himself but to fall in love with her. The day she met Walter was one of the greatest days of Helen’s life, no matter how it ultimately turned out. She and Walter had an instant connection, soon they were inseparable and being college age kids,. The she took Olivia to an enormous walk-in closet that was virtually an entire lingerie shop unto itself. Claire picked out a bikini for each of them and matter-of-factly began to strip.Olivia had a flashback to their encounter at the shop and felt her pussy begin to flood. Soon Claire was completely naked, her red bush looking fluffy and inviting in the slanting sunlight. Olivia had an impulse to drop to her knees and bury her face in it, but Claire seemed to be all business; soon she was. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced Springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids--those wonderful, beautiful children--had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its.