I dont think Paul was really paying attention but he said. Okay Joan. I went up stairs to Pauls and my bedroom and picked out a new dress to wear. A ...imple dark blue dress much like the one I was wearing. Then I went to the washroom. I took off my soiled dress and put it in the laundry. Then took off my soiled panties and stockings. I wiped my legs and pussy clean. I forgot to bring a clean pair of panties in with me. I decided I would put my dress on in the washroom and then go to my room and. I'm almost there... uh-huh... finger fuck me... aahhh... finger my cunt... oooohhh faster... I love this... ooohh I'm coming... ooohhh god yes... uh-huh... ooohhh god yes... aaahhh yessss... yesssss."Dick held her body as she convulsed through her first orgasm of the night, the one she'd been so close to so many times in the last four hours. It was so extreme that I almost went with her, and I'm sure every voyeuristic eye was jealous of the intensity of the pleasure wracking her body. Her. Valentine asked me if I ever did any side work. I told her sure as long as I had the knowledge no problem. She gave me her address and we made an appointment for the next Saturday. I arrived at her place Saturday morning. I could see that she really needed my help. It was a small wood frame house with shutters hanging, stairs rotten, needed paint and that was before I ever got inside. I knocked on the front door and when the door opened all I could do was stammer. She was wearing cut off jeans. The photographer caught the expanse of the house, but also the lit landscape outside. The next was closer and focused on only the house. There was someone standing at the wall of glass in the living room. As the picture was passed around the table, they all looked at it and then at me with a smile. It was close enough that it was clear that I was in the grasp of a man who was leaning on the glass, my legs wrapped around his waist, my face over his right shoulder and my mouth opened in a gasp..