She reached out to feel it, first curling her fingers through it then running the palm of her had across it. She looked into his eyes as she smiled at...him, he smiled back letting her know that it felt good to him as she rubbed small circles on his chest. His hand moved toward the buttons of her blouse but she stopped him by moving back slowly. She was unsure, this was the first step to what she knew would be a night of lovemaking. Was she ready to go this far? This was really her last chance to. This was surreal. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or feeling. Guilty voyeur? Mischievous? But definitely excited. She took a nervous deep breath exhaling slowly. Looking over her shoulder to ensure she was alone. Skimming the images top to bottom, left to right allowed Chloe to share, indulge even, the previous evenings passions. The top left photo was Lana dressed in a long sleeved black blazer dress. Somewhat high above the knee for Lana’s 40 plus years but perhaps just for the. “Did I show much?” Teresa simpered, a hand on Doug’s brawny thigh. “You know, when I stumbled ... my legs?”“Don’t worry maam, not that I saw,” he lied. “And if any of those bastards did, I’ll sort them, but there was only four TV crews in there, your lot asked for minimum, selected coverage and that’s what they got, bloody difficult I’ll tell you.”“Good - thanks again, You special branch fellas are marvellous, but you’re the best” she sipped her whisky, stroking his thigh. “Philip’ll be in bed. I steadied myself, opened the door and. . .'Hello, I'm Dawn, I've come to do the valuation.' She looked at me 'Nicola was called back to Head Office at short notice so you've got me instead.'I hoped I hadn't looked too disappointed 'Come in.' She brushed past me, I caught a faint whiff of a familiar perfume. She was young, I'd say about twenty one or twenty two maybe, her face was attractive enough, well made up and her long, dark hair had a nice gloss to it. She obviously didn't have any.