Was not her own husband like the ones in the ads? Didn't he receive a special thrill from exhibiting his sexual passion in front of a lens... and seei...g the very same of others? Yes!And in that instant, the perfect answer burst in her mind. The innocent young wife, so less worldly than other supposedly bolder and more swinging people, suddenly considered exchanging photos... of becoming one of the multitude of members of the Polaroid Club!The thought made her gasp! She couldn't! That would only. Alice and Betty had paid the female caretaker for her silence. She was also thanked in other ways. Alice was at the window when Betty entered the courtyard and raised her hand to her through the window. Betty had been meeting with Alice for two years now, but her heart raced every time she walked up those stairs. She didn’t know if it was the excitement of seeing Alice or if it was the fear of getting caught and publicly exposed. Alice had been anxiously waiting for Betty since her husband had. No words were spoken. As if the natural instinct guided me, I lifted one of her legs and placed my face between her legs, right on her pussy. She clamped my head with her left leg, as my head was resting on the right thigh. I jerked when unspeakably pleasant and pain emanated from my cock and spread all across my body, she was lightly biting my cock with her teeth and then licking the entire underside of my cock. She was sucking on the glans and fondling my balls. I jerked my pelvis thus. He was pleased to see her and yet his heart saddened at the thought of her staying the weekend. He knew why she was here, on this precise day, though her excuse of going for a walk in the mountains didn’t hide the fact that he was concerned.At precisely seven o’clock, an hour after their main evening meal Angharad decided to put her plan into action. She laid the pre-prepared note on the table for her grandad to find once he had awoken from his afternoon nap. She quietly lifted the sword from.