Pictures were the hard part, we didn't want pictures that would pass before the eyes of the high school girl working part-time at PhotoMat. Polaroid w...s our saviour.We fucked like bunnies at every step of the way. Read some ads-fuck. Take some pictures-fuck. Write some ad copy-fuck. Pick out a picture-fuck. Who ever said "getting there is half the fun" doesn't know the half of it. We finally went public. Once we dropped that envelope in the mail slot at the post office, we were in for a penny.. Her breath got faster and faster as Ed moved his other hand up her body. When it reached her chest, Chrissy grabbed his hand with both of hers and pulled it to her right breast, clutching him there. Ed rolled her erect nipple between his fingers, pulling and pinching at it.That did it. Chrissy shrieked his name again, bucking her pelvis into his face, her release gushing out of her pussy.Ed's cock was an iron rod trapped between his body and the bed. He knew he had to fuck her. Standing up, he. I swear; I could witness her hurting pussy, spasm and ripple into pure strong pleasure. I was astounded, when she let her one leg extend and go over my head to stand up and pull the panties off her love box to carefully toss them on my nose and lips. “I am done”, she said “and going to take a shower now. I do not give a shit what you do with them but to clean them soil-free is your job”. I was frustrated to see her walk to the bathroom and just could not resist to shout that she was in my. She said, “I have a condition. I am not sure if I am blessed or cursed.”I questioned her saying “What? What do you have?”She looked me straight in the eye and said “ I get wet. Very wet. I don’t squirt, I just get wetter and wetter. My nickname is Puddles”I said “But Gramma, lots of women get wet, surely you know that?”“Yes Danny, but few like me. Your Grampa used to brag about me, and that was part of the attraction. Every time I get excited I get a big wet spot. I wear panty liners when I go.