.. you're going to hate the next twenty minutes!"The couple found a house they liked the next day, and Tara spent the afternoon shopping for furniture...while Preston met with a landscaping contractor.There were other stores in Titshurt than the ones on main street, and Tara shopped for furniture, lighting, rugs and decorations. (The town's valley was limited to commerce and government, and all the residents lived in private homes in the hills surrounding the town.)Everywhere Tara went she saw. I'll be careful. Now, can you give me a crash course in your SYS1.PARMLIB setup? I'll need to set some SLIP traps."At that point their conversation degenerated into an arcane sequence of acronyms incomprehensible to the uninitiated. Suffice it to say that no sexual innuendoes were involved. It was more than two hours later, after much frantic keying of cryptic commands, and many frowns as they both stared at the monitor, that they finally started to speak something resembling English again."All. The whole group were looking through the albums in silence for the first few pages and then Sue looked at me and said, "Ron these are great, I look fabulous in them and Bob's dick looks really good as I sucked it". The others agreed and the pages kept turning right through to the cum shot at the end when I had pictured Sue with Bob's cum splattered over her tit's.Everyone then started asking questions, did I do this for a living?, could I photograph them?, how much did I charge?, the questions. She probably won’t wake up for a few more hours. Your girls are in the nursery.”“Can I see them? Can I hold them?”“You can see them, but that’s about it. You can come back in a few hours and maybe Marilyn will be awake then. You should call your families,” I was told.That brought me up short. “I don’t have a family,” I said. “Marilyn’s parents are coming down, but they live in New York, and probably won’t get here for a few more hours.”“Well, she’s in the recovery room right now, but you can.