She was in the shower. I could hear her singing, just the sound of her voice was enough to make me hard. I sat on the edge of the bath, ear pressed ag...inst the wall. Her singing stopped. I could not hear anything anymore. I sat there in a trance. I could hear footsteps from her room. She was back in the bathroom. Enough was enough i went outside through the window towards the back and looked in through her bathroom window. She was sitting on the toilet. I looked. She had nothing on, her legs. We relax, supine, and our passion mounts as we explore each others' bodies with our eyes, our hands, and our mouths. The skin on your legs springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your thighs. I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense with my mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue. You move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration continues. My hands open you to me, and I penetrate your center with a movement of my mouth. I feel. “That’s Cal, alright—straight-laced all the way. He’s not your type. You stick with Junior,” Millie laughed.Roxie tossed her washcloth on the table she was wiping down and stood and faced Millie with her hands on her hips.“Millie, I thought we were friends. Why’re you so fixed on stickin’ a pin in my balloon?”“Because I am your friend, that’s why,” the older woman replied. “Better to face it now than to dream big and find out later it was all for nothin’. Besides, even if Cal did take a shine. After we were both sated, we lay talking and Gia surprised me by asking if she could watch or help with one of the photo shoots sometime. Since she worked four 10-hour days and then had Fridays off along with the weekend, I told her of my schedule for the next day and invited her to participate.If she was going to help, I decided to enlist her help with one of the least fun chores: loading canisters of unexposed film. They had to be all laid out in advance, then the cutting and loading into 60.