One more slow push and he was all the way in. The feeling wasintense, amazing. I tried to look back between my legs but the frontof my skirt hung down... cutting off the view.He pulled back, and pushed in again, slowly at first, then faster.I looked down to the magazine open beside me, of the woman beingfucked by a man behind her, and imagined myself to be her, dressedin my skirt and blouse and bra. By now John was pounding hardagainst me, fucking me fast and hard. The only sounds in the. ..I arrived around five p.m., bringing a bottle of a good red. We opened it to have with the cheese and crackers he had out. Spaghetti and meat balls would be the main course. I had worn a simple black shift dress but underneath was a black lacy bustier and crotchless black lace panties. I went to the bathroom and came back without the dress. He jumped up to look me over and compliment me on my look, a shocking difference from the plain dress. He was ready to play and we did make out and cuddle. She collapsed on to Richard’s muscular chest and they both came down from their own orgasms.“So what do you have for me today,” said Heather, motioning toward the mailbag.Richard finished buttoning his shirt then made his way over to the mailbag. He reached inside and removed a couple pieces of mail. “Let’s see. It’s mostly bills for your husband… Oh wait… here’s something with your name on it,” he said handing her a large brown envelope.Heather read the front and saw it was addressed to. John and Mary both spoke at the same time. They were afraid some developing service would make copies and God only knew where those things might show up.I told them I was far enough along with my new dark room to develop the film myself. I and they were the only ones that would ever see the pictures if they wanted it that way. Mary said " I am ready to start then, you guys tell me what you want me to do ". I suggested we use their bed room as our setting.Mary had decorated the bed room herself.