And, admittedly, we want them to show our friends and family too.”I nodded my head vigorously. Now I was COMMITTED to making sure I caught everythin... on camera. At the end of it all, Brandy and her Bonnie and Bill would have hours and hours of video footage, and thousands and thousands of wonderful pictures they ALL could be proud of.With renewed enthusiasm, I finished setting up my three video-cams and checked on Bill’s, making sure that there was going to be nice ongoing footage from four. This means he wants to narrate a story by supposing me and him. I said ok. I did not know when the names converted into ‘You’ and ‘Me’ and we started sex chat as narrate it.When all was done he said that he loves me and I accepted it. From that night Rahul dropped me home and on the way we kiss and touch each other. We also use to masturbate each other. One night, while we were chatting, Rahul told me that he bought a new flat and he wants to show it to me.I was excited, not because he bought a. Bridie shuddered. she couldn’t help herself. She slid three fingers up her cunt and started wanking.He looked back. Stopped. Stared.He came back. Bridie continued wanking.“You said you weren’t working.” he observed.“Waiting for me mate,” she said.“Liar!” he joked.“Ok I got Aids,” she said, “I got to be careful who I fuck.”“Jeez,” he responded, “So why not me?”“I like you,” she admitted.“Ok so you only fuck guys you don’t fancy?” he asked.“Sure,” she said, “I don’t want any decent god fearing. Rachel Langhorn and Dan Edwards? That couldn't be right, could it? Rachel was the paper's glamour girl: assistant editor at the age of thirty; management darling; and the arm candy of what passed for glitterati in Charleston. Dan was only two years out of college and not exactly the most literate book in the library. The best dust jacket maybe and the most checked-out, yes, but Dan Edwards and Rachel Langhorn? That was depressing."Well?" Alison's hiss was accompanied by a breathy giggle."Ew," I.