A bright flash lit the room as it became obvious her lover was taking photographs of him fucking her. His wife’s hands, still encased in the elbow l...ngth evening gloves reached up to the top of the window. The dim light of the room displayed that her breasts were now outside the cups of her black Basque as her lover continued to pound her. Her head twisted back toward her lover and her husband could see that she was kissing the man inside her. What her husband couldn’t vouch for was that he was. She wondered, would he respect her limits, or would he just take her… She decided to tell him there and then, to lay it out for him, pin her colours to the mast, tell it as it was, and take a chance on him being a gentleman…! ”Look, Nick, tonight, I am yours, you can tell me what a whore I am and you can use me time and again, completely and all night if you want me, but I have a set of rules, rules I live by, I love sex really I do, in fact I need sex and regularly, but my absolute limits are;. Oh,her clothes were old lady clothes, of course, but the effort was nice.It was more than her Mom would do.They played party games -- she and Jerome were in a closet for fiveminutes. They did karaoke. They talked about movies and how dreamy theguy who played Thor was.Flower served them cake and ice cream -- Amy swore she would't eat itbecause of her figure, but she did. They watched movies.And they talked about boys' thingies.Amy could never have talked like this in front of her dad. But. It was 2:55am and there was no Abi in my bedroom. I shook my eyes awake, jumped out of bed and looked out my door down the corridor. There was no movement outside, but I could hear voices downstairs and slung my dressing gown over my shoulders and walked down the corridor and stairs.Abi and Mum were sat on the couch with a glass of wine each while the bottle, or empty bottle, stood on the coffee table. Mum had her back to me and as I walked into the room, blinking to adjust my eyes to the light.