Also I need your computer skills to make sure he won't try to sell them to some web site or make copies for his friends." Okay. Let me get this straig...t. You want me to take sexy pictures of you, and create a program that will prevent him from sharing them. I shouldn't ask this but what's in it for me?"She blushed as she laid her hand on my lap and asked, "Walter, have you been with a woman yet?" I blushed as I lowered my head and shook it back and forth in the negative. Then she continued,. OK, so her first try wasn’t as great a success as she had hoped for. That can happen to anyone. Ellenor’s not gonna give up on the bimbo-experiment. The very next weekend, she’s out again, this time dressed in a red mini-dress and red go-go boots. She doesn’t want to risk running into Alan or the Stalker, so she goes to a different place, The Golden Ring. The crowd is more her age, and the clientele a mix of every ethnicity known to man. She starts at the bar, gets herself a Diet Pepsi, as they. Both guys looked astonished and they could not believe their eyes.I moved closer to Johnny and sat on one arm of the recliner where he was sitting, leaning provocatively on his shoulder. I was wearing now an emerald green night gown, split so far up the sides that my black thong was visible as I lifted my left leg and gently laid it across his lap. I promised him to be the best fifty bucks he would ever spend.Johnny was still with his mouth wide open and he only could focus his eyes on my loose. She removed her handkerchief and wiped up as much of the sticky semen from her legs and feet as could. She looked down and saw that her pantyhose were considerably darker where the man's juices had soaked into them. She slid her squishy toes back into her high-heels and stood up and adjusted her panties and the gusset of her hose. As she smoothed out her skirt she could feel her own juices soaking the crotch of her panties.Harold was back at his desk basking in the glow of post-coital bliss his.