Then, as if nothing at all had happened, she dashed toward the puppy and scooped him up in her arms.“Bad dog!” she growled at the wriggling dog, p...nting. “You don’t know a damn thing about what you’re doing.” She looked up at Frank, who sat his horse with his mouth open. “He’s a pup and he doesn’t know anything yet,” she said, as if that made any sense to him at all. “Come on,” she said. Then she turned and, carrying the struggling hound, took off at a run again.The sheep had closed in around. As soon as we turned up drinks started flowing. There were lots of innuendo and conversations were topically and typically sexy, bordering on crude which we loved. We visited several times and he insisted that we take his bedroom since we were a couple and it had a king bed and ensuite (looking back now I think he was filming!).We would go out often on a Saturday night, either to a restaurant or the casino. Barry would always escort my wife and direct her to our destination by having his hand. ‘I can’t believe he’s hardly made a peep,’ I thought to myself just before being startled. “Oh fuuuck!” Terrence shouted, after intentionally kicking a file cabinet under his desk. “You OK over there?” Rob asked, inquiring about the sudden outburst. “Ohhh, sorry! I stubbed my toe on this filing cabinet,” Terrence replied, putting together a half-decent cover story on the spot. “I’ll be fine,” he added, breathing heavily as he continued filling my mouth. “Mmm!” I moaned softly, savoring the. Implying the photos and lovemaking afterwards is that as well, beautiful, not naughty. I guess I was trying to make the whole thing not a sexual thing…..so it should not be a problem talking about it, as well as looking, and taking more photos.Now I find out that my wife and her sister are coming back together, looking forward to seeing my homemade photo studio and being the models. What makes it more real, is my wife feels bad for her sister in that her husband is a bit of a stay around the.