If she’d had any say in the matter she would have ‘Gone To Her Reward’ with it in her hands so she could record the event. ‘How may I help yo...?’ a voice behind them asked. Turning they saw the photographer standing behind the counter. The ladies explained their proposed photo albums and showed him the photos they’d brought with them. The old faded photos could be retouched and yes it was true about the Polaroid photos but he could make copies of them for posterity’s sake. He also advised them. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to have his cock in her mouth and have it now.She got on her knees, naked in front of him. This is a position she was seldom in and rarely wanted to be in. But now her desire to please, tease, and control him obliterated all of her past hesitations. She knelt there and watched him as she ran her nails up and down his inner thighs, making pale track marks on his skin as she touched everywhere but his most sensitive parts. Occasionally she would haphazardly. "Tonight is a special night; I know that many of you were hoping for one of the old stories and I think you won't be disappointed; in many ways, the tale I will tell tonight is in fact the first story told in The Winsome Widow."There were dutiful murmurs of approval and some of surprise around the table."Our dear friend Mr Waterhouse is now three weeks in the ground. You may not be aware that he and I were two of the founding members of The Winsome Widow over 50 years ago. Now I am the last. I'll be bruised in a while. I know it, you know it. You did it just because of that. Your head dips low to my neck, you suck a line from behind my ear to my collar bones. You slip the bra strap as you go. You palm my left breast kneading it. Find my nipple over the lace and pinch it. Rub around and flick it, play with it. You dip still and suck it in over the cloth. I arch up, and you put a hand over my belly button and hold me down. You hand then slides down to my pussy. You rub over my.