The bus was full of music, not all of it wonderful, but fun was the operative word for this trip. It put me in a good mood and it stayed that way unti... we were safely back at the depot in Louisville.I had time for a shower, a change of clothes and lunch before I met with Detective Etchevarry. He didn't make me wait at all when I arrived a couple of minutes early, and he ushered me into a small conference room with a table and four comfortable chairs. This wasn't an interrogation room by the. The bus began to bend left side in a cutting.My aunt almost weight was on me.After some time I was feeling that my fingers are touching something that was her breast. I was touching hard with my fingers I began to feel warmness in her body too. Our thighs were touching each other. One with the fatty lady and one with my aunt were touching.There was extreme heat got transferred with ladies. The fat lady was enjoying that she even began to rub her thigh slightly with mine. But my concentration. I didn't fancy it myself, told her so. But she that it was essential for her to attend.And so that Saturday, we drove out there in my old MG, to an Elizabethan hall full of paintings and armour. A servant in tails met us at the door. He wanted to take my jacket but I would not give it up.All the civic worthies were in attendance: people from the council, the Rotary Club, Freemasons — and some thespian-type who was putting on a play at our local in-the-round theatre.Dressed in a short, party. They both enjoyed the pictures so much they posted them (with her face pixelated) on a blog and, well, one thing led to another. The resulting stream of would-be models felt at ease with me because I was a woman, like them, and I treated them well. The boundaries were always agreed upon in advance, never to be pushed. Sometimes I shot softcore, fully clothed damsel-style stuff; sometimes more provocative sessions like the one with Liz...*The light stands were in place near the bed as Liz sipped.