They didn’t question a thing. They didn’t know that I had started an Internet site devoted to up skirt shots of women.There were molded places for...their feet at about shoulder width or two feet apart. When they pressed the button I got several pictures at the same time. One was of their face, one was of their actual thumbprint, and three others were up their skirt from three different focal lengths. I would get the full effect with plenty of leg from their ankles up. Then I would get another. ."Willow's vagina dripped light cream into the crotch of her panties before she sank down onto the ground, not caring that her ass was pressing into the soil at the base of the tree. She laughed to herself, feeling very good suddenly, flushed with her orgasm. Willow let her hand move around her own crotch, teasing out old feelings of desire and enjoyment. Maybe she might find a lover again, maybe she might even share her bed and her private flesh with someone who wanted it. It didn't need to be. I shrugged, parked and hesitantly walked up the sidewalk toward the small innocuous brass sign on the wrought iron gate that discreetly said, "Tiffany's." I pushed the well-oiled gate open and tried the front door. It was locked. I pressed the large old-fashioned doorbell button. Stately sounding chimes played the opening bars of a Chopin waltz. Classy, was the thought that wandered through my mind ... A well-preserved and still famous face peered out through the curtained window. There was a. Within minutes, I felt myself approaching my second climax of the afternoon.“You’d better not cum in your girlfriend’s dirty slutty pussy,” Miss Conrad warned, sensing that I was approaching the edge. “Don’t you dare cum, until I say so. Get the fuck off him, bitch.”Miss Conrad actually shoved Jess. I felt myself slip out of her as she fell backwards onto the mattress, between my legs. Miss Conrad rolled away from my face, and lay down on the bed so that her ass was at the edge and her legs.