I felt butterflies in my stomach as I heard her footsteps, high heels clicking, and then the door opening. She stepped through the door, and down the ...wo stairs. She sat on the massage table with her hands around the cup in her lap. "Not much of a puddle yet, is there? That's no fun. Guess the blackmail will have to wait." She sipped her tea; a dull, unimpressed expression on her face. "I was thinking I'd send photos to your ex-wife, so she can see what a pathetic maggot she left behind." Not. You're a big girl." He swiped his jeans off and stood in front of her in red boxer shorts. "I'll even join you. Be daring. Half-naked in the woods. I can't see anything you've got knickers on." I don't need you to join me," Paula muttered and sighed as unfurled his laces. "If you insist!"Neil smiled and stretched. "Ahh, while I remember." He muttered and searched his bag as Paula reluctantly removed her shoes and trousers. Neil swore. "Was hoping to take some pictures," he muttered. "But I've. And so, with a deep sense of anxiety and excitement, with the risk that I was about to take, I responded to her request."I agree. Name the time and place, and I'll be there."My finger poised above the enter key, I reconsidered one final time, before sending the message. All day I stayed online, hoping to hear from her. Hoping to know that she had been as anxious for my response, as I now was for hers.And then my answer came."Terrific. We're in luck, because I discovered just this morning that I. Vicky has been staying at the house and we have had a good time sitting around talking and drinking. Mom has jet black hair and mid size boobs, she is not ugly but she is not super hot either, now Vicky is about 55, blonde hair and nice boobs, she is somewhat attractive, I mean I would bone her given the chance. So on this Friday afternoon, mom, Vicky and I were sitting by the pool drinking and talking. The talk soon turned to sex and the more they drank the raunchier the talk got. Mom brought.