That changed when I was getting out of my car one Wednesday afternoon after work and a woman walked up to me extending her hand."I'm Ivy McReid, I've ...eard good things about you as a photographer." Oh, I do some but I'm hardly a professional. It's mostly just an interest of mine," I told her as I took in this nice mid-forties woman, about five-seven with quite a nice figure. She was honey blond, just down to her shoulders and had hazel eyes. She was rather pretty with nice skin and a winning. Ella said, “That sister of yours has made me eat her pussy three times now but she never returns the favor. You just got to make her. It’s only fair.”I kissed Ella and said, “You set it up and I’ll make sure she eats you out. That’s a promise.”Ella walked to my bathroom door, opened it up wide, and sat on the toilet where I could see her. She turned toward the other door and said, “Leah, he likes my tits, now you have to show him yours. You promised.”Leah walked to my bathroom door and removed. Immediately, he produced a set of keys and jingled them in front of my face. “I guess not everyone can be as lucky as me. Let me tell you what, I can give you a ride home, you don't even know how long you're going to wait for that shitty bus.” Suspicion filled me as soon as the words left his soft lips. The whole situation was highly odd, and he even wanted to drive me home without even knowing my name. But not wanting to miss a close-quarters trip with this boy, I replied, “Oh, sure, that. I recalled one of them with Mrs. Reynolds in a really skimpy bikini, her impressive bust practically hanging out of her top. They both looked so happy in that one and Mr. Reynolds had looked young as well. I thought that might have been taken on their honeymoon. There was another photo near it that was of them at their wedding. There was something about that one that rang a bell, but I could not put my finger on it.I was still trying to put the pieces together when there was a knock at my.