Initially they weren’t organised in any way but later I put them into folders by year. We kept them at the back of a shelf in one of our wardrobes. ...ne Sunday mum and Ted came to dinner and later we watched a TV documentary about a nature reserve near a remote village. Mum asked us if we had visited the nature reserve as we had been to the village on our travels. When she said that I knew that they had looked at our Polaroid pictures as we had never mentioned the village to them. The next time. She seemed to have lost something, but he would not be able to help.She appeared to bend forward a lot and rummage around in the bottom cupboards. Jack could clearly see the outlines against her skirt. He guessed the shapes were her garter belt and knickers, and he blushed, but kept looking and thinking. He wondered which ones she was wearing today, knowing that he had fondled, sniffed, smelled and gripped the whole lot.Fuck, his hard cock was so obvious. She must notice that. She didn’t say. At that point she was also undemanding, happy to buy herself a drink and wanting to join him in playing pool, not caring that her short tartan skirt rode up as she played each shot in the smoky pub. Fiona liked the Hare and Hounds, it was the only pub which the teachers from her wretched school wouldn't attend – it was too rough for them."There are several types of girl at that school," she told him, and went through generalising her classmates. She had put herself firmly in the rational,. I have yet to determine the other’s horniness.’ Kissing her nipple again, I began to suck it into my mouth. Then, I gently bit her, she squirmed with pleasure. As she squirmed, I moved my right hand down and softly caressed her pussy through her zebra-print thong panties. She had already soaked through them in anticipation of what we would soon undertake for the first time together. I let go of her nipple, and scooted her to the edge of the bed. ‘Lift up,’ I coaxed. She happily complied,.