Over the next several days we chatted via phone messages. We both already had photos loaded to the site, but we exchanged recent photos of ourselves. ...hen one night she sent me a picture of her tits without me asking for her to. I sent her a photo of me shirtless and she replied, "very hot!" We continued to chat via phone messages. Then about a week ago, I got a text from her stating she was going to be in my town for business and wanted to know if she could stop by. I was hesitant to give her. The young man turned and looked at his sister wondering how she was dealing with the news. She did not seem as upset about the death of his grandmother as he would have expected. It was easy to see that she was angry that she had been forced to move into this neighborhood with him and his father. Knowing her as well as he did, it was likely that the neighborhood bothered her more than the death of her grandmother.His sister, looking at her brother, said, “You had better start moving my luggage. Her fingers found my belt, the button of my jeans, my zipper while our tongues searched and explored each others mouths. We stopped so my shirt could be taken over my head and she slid my jeans to the floor. Backing up to the bed, I sat down on its edge and she removed my shoes, socks and jeans. Naked on the edge of the bed I looked up at her dark face and deeply brown eyes. She let the peignoir slip off her shoulders as my hands went up inside her nightgown, slowly tracing the fullness of her. The guy himself, Mark, was very welcoming and set about making sure Sue was at ease, and ushered us into a waiting area where he gave us wine and biscuits as he explained the session. He suggested that Sue choose her first outfit and how she wanted to be portrayed. He showed her a make-up mirror and a small changing room for her to get ready. It was up to her how much she was prepared to reveal and that she shouldn't be concerned about him as he had “seen it all, many times. My job is to light.