"So she is not willing to discuss the matter at all?" Oh, no, Mrs. Woodrow. She just won't discuss it over the phone. Do you wish to make an appointme...t to see her in person?"Janet had not wanted to be bothered with a trip all the way across town. "I suppose I don't have a choice now, do I?" she asked with a slightly sarcastic tone of voice."I apologize for the inconvenience, Mrs. Woodrow." There was a pause and the sound of typing in the background. "I have an opening later this morning. In. She quickly opened up the file.First photo was of Julie, sat on the other side of a round table, her back to the restaurant. The fingers of her right hand were pulling the material of her dress to the side, exposing her right breast to Mark.No one in the back ground looked any the wiser. Another photo was looking down at Mark's lap, my wife's foot outstretched from the other side of the table, clearly rubbing up and down he's exposed cock! The next photo was a similar angle, but Julie had now. I kept giving his prick little flicks of my tongue, and he moaned “daddy” each time I did.When we were both dry, I swear I was more horned up than I had been the entire day. I was consumed with lust, and wanted to do so many filthy things with Charlie. But this was his first time, and this wasn’t to be a frenzied affair, although it kept threatening to become one. Dried and half-crazed with sex, I led Charlie to my bedroom, and the king size bed dominating it. We lay down, and started to kiss. And I feel that hegives me so much love back."In fact," John told me. "We are getting married nextweekend."I looked at my engagement ring and thought about whenhe gave it to me. It was such a nice birthday presentlast year and showed his love for me. I accepted assoon as I stopped crying from the happiness. In aweek we will officially belong to each other forever.I already know that he is mine and I am his. I canhardly wait for that ring to have its companionwedding band to cement our love for.