It began in an unusual way, however. The cool, unseen hands shifted her ankles, parting Em’s legs quite widely. Em let out a little murmur. The hand... then gripped her calves on the inside edge of each leg, quite firmly. Em felt her legs being moved even wider apart. She murmured, “Aah!” The man’s voice said, “I am Putu. You like?” Em murmured, “Very nice thank you.” She wasn’t really thinking about what she was saying. The voice, now known as Putu, said, “Good.” His hands swept swiftly up. “Whoever is in there, you need to finish whatever it is you are doing and come out!,” came the voice just outside of the room. I looked down at my wife who was trying her best not to burst out laughing or convulse in a fit of coughing. I grabbed a shirt that had been hanging on the wall when we got into the room and I reached down and wiped her face. Rita took the shirt and began daubing up my cum as I pulled up my pants. Less than a minute later, we sheepishly opened the door to see a. ”“You are not a whore and never were – neither of you,” Morales fervidly insisted. “You two were call girls, and you have told me that you were very selective about the men you dated, and you limited it to when you had to have money for school or to live on. Not to mention that you made them wear condoms and even refused to kiss them on the mouth. Let’s be realistic about it. That is far beyond what a large number of college girls can say. By the time some of them graduated, they had fucked. Just then I heard Lynn yelling, "Jillian dear I'm over here." As I turnedand saw Lynn walking in the back gate, and said good bye to the othergirls with me and was starting to leave, when Emily said, "Oh Jillianhere's your picture so your aunt Lynn can hang it on the fridge." I tookthe picture from Emily saying thank you and kind of skipped over to Lynnlike I figured a happy little girl would do, and with a big smile on myface I gave Lynn the picture saying, "I'm supposed to give this to you.