I took about six pictures of shelly with her breasts out of her dress then I asked her to tuck them back in for a couple more pictures. shelly asked m... if I wanted a ‘burst’ of pictures as she shook her tits free. Okay! With my new camera I could take a short burst of pictures at the speed of 3 pictures per second. Mekala had done her famous back flips for me on a number of occasions while I shot a five or ten second burst. Usually one very good picture appeared out the burst. Enough to make it. She returned after what seemed a long time but what was probably only a fewminutes. She was wearing a sleeveless cotton tennis dress with a thin pinkcardigan, her long hair tied back in bunches with ribbons. He also noticed shewas wearing those natural coloured tights that have a slight sparkly sheen,short white socks and Dunlop green flash tennis shoes. "Does my outfit pass muster?" She smiled and flicked up the skirt so he couldsee her ruffled tennis knickers.It's always a shock when you see. Jesse broke out laughing and the man turned to look. He stepped forward when he caught sight of my friend and cuffed Jesse on the back of the head."What a stupid ass thing to do, Son. You know that coulda got you blowed away? You's lucky it's me who you was playing with. Other man might just put you out of his misery!" the big man admonished."Yeah, I know" Jesse said, "It's just that I love to see your reaction."Jesse then proceeded to introduce me to the man. His name was Sam Bridger. He's. . waiting . . . waiting. He has been sitting on the floor in the fetal position with his arms wrapped around his legs, trying to keep his naked body warm. The torn T-shirt is lying on the floor next to him. There is neither heat nor air conditioning in the room, she closed the vent years ago. But he knows what she was waiting for. He feels ashamed. He silently hopes that she will just drop the pot within his reach and leave. But she does not. She just stands there and waits. After several.