I was so happy, that I made out withPhil just inside the house. I was horny, so I bent over the ottoman inthe living room. I pulled my pants down, and...wiggled my ass at Phil. Heneeded no instructions. He fucked me! As he fucked, he grunted out,"Now, honey... I want you to start...spending time naked!! I don'twant...any fucking inhibitions...disturbing you! And you started tellingme...EVERYTHING!" All I could do was gasp out," Yes! Yes!! YES!!!" Weboth came together. All seemed well.The next. It sounds like fun initially but believe me, it begins to pale rather quickly." So don't do it," Antal shrugged again."And what am I to do then? Pick their names out of a hat?" the Herceg snorted."Let your wives do it," Antal suggested. "After all they have to live with them also. I'll bet they'd work diligently to find women of compatible personality and being your wives they'll have your status and position firmly in mind so whoever they pick will undoubtedly be easy on the eyes and of. I looked at my husband with a quizzed look, 'Has he been', I asked?'Yes', he replied, 'about five minutes after I got up'. I swallowed hard, 'He came to the door, and you had opened the curtains'?He said yes to both questions, as he walked back out of the room.I had a sudden queasy feeling in my stomach, not a sickly queasiness, just a deep gnawing feeling, being seen naked was one thing, but was I subconsciously touching myself, as I lay before fully awakening, somehow being espied doing it by. It was captioned "Beauty at the Salon". It was a photo ofsomeone having their hair washed. Someone in a red dress. The person wassitting leaning right back. The face wasn't visible, partly obscured bythe hairdresser. The person's legs were apart. Their skirt was up neartheir crotch, revealing a glimpse of pink knickers. Their stocking-topswere on full display, as well as their taut suspenders and bare thighs. Iknew the person in the photo was me. Aunt Alice must have taken it in thesalon. Not.