Perhaps the only reason she?s here is that she and her boyfriend have beenlooking the property over, and felt it would be discourteous to leavewithout...saying hello.It transpires that she?s alone ? and looking very summery in her demure,light green maternity dress as she stands at the reception counter readingthe magazine I left there earlier.I suddenly find I?m unable to be too hard on her. I need female friends;Trisha will have plenty, and to spare. Nor must I forget that herexperiences as a. I pulled off the last of the pics and set it down to dry then put the camera down. I waited and listened, still terrified, I heard his footsteps and heard as he went off into his room.He had stood and waited as soon as he heard what I was doing, and saw the flash. He hadnt moved a muscle, just stood waiting and watching outside my door, as my room was lit with that moment of bright tungsten light and the whizz and grin of the photos being ejected seconds after. I picked up the 4 pictures. The. So unlike the girl I met behind the keyboard. I remembered asking her to cum, my eyes scanning over her open textbox and her husband’s erotic story while I drove a toy into my pussy, right on the edge of excitement. I’d lost count the ways we’d worked together to call me a slut. There were so many times when I would have done anything...She’d even made me call her Mommy.At the airport, she’d worn a more modest sundress. Not that I hadn’t noticed her breasts in our first meeting. Even with the. ” The sun was shining in my eyes so I kept them closed. His hand began to slowly move down my shoulder.All my senses now shifted from listening to being focused on his touch. I felt every inch of movement as his fingers touched my skin. Now my heart was really pounding fast. What have I gotten myself into? He slowly slid his hand across my shoulder, brushing my neck, and ever so slowly down between my breasts until he gently cupped one of my breasts. I let out a deep gasp.My mind was racing..