They didn’t question a thing. They didn’t know that I had started an Internet site devoted to up skirt shots of women.There were molded places for...their feet at about shoulder width or two feet apart. When they pressed the button I got several pictures at the same time. One was of their face, one was of their actual thumbprint, and three others were up their skirt from three different focal lengths. I would get the full effect with plenty of leg from their ankles up. Then I would get another. ..You lay there on the bed. Your arms are outstretched making your ample breasts strain against the thin material of your dress. Your legs are wide open. You struggle to close them but the leather restraints hold you tight. You are securely bound to the bed.You are wearing a blindfold and can see nothing so you try to listen for my approach. You are wearing a sun-dress that buttons down the front with about thirty small buttons in all. Underneath you have on white, silk panties with ties at the. She sat on the furthest end of the adjoining couch positioned at 90 degrees to the one I’m occupying. We exchanged “good night” greetings and she got TV remote from me and changed the channel. From the position I was lying, I was facing the TV, and Lovey’s left side was visible to me. She was wearing a knee- length, white, floral designed night dress. There was hardly any talking between us as we just sat there staring at the telly.It was after almost another 10 minutes when Lovey suddenly. I found it amusing to listen to their banter, but felt uneasy about what would happen to their beautiful new friendship if Karen ever found out about mine and Taylor’s sexual escapades. I suggested to Taylor we should stop sneaking around having our sexual affair. As much as I enjoyed sex with her it was best we stop. Taylor wouldn’t hear of it. She told me that she enjoyed our special relationship just as much as she enjoyed her new sisterly relationship with her mother. I agreed to guardedly.