The notification tone on her cell phone chimed; she looked down hastily at her phone. It was a text from him. The text read that he would be there in ...welve minutes. Lia was anxious, but semi-relieved that he was running later than herself. She tapped the breaks, as her car approached the next road on the right. It was the last turn, and the precise road she was supposed to be on. The road was long and straight with marshland lining both sides of the road. Lia drove slowly, keeping an eye out. The typewriter was there to label the photos and to record their recollections so that they wouldn’t be lost with the passage of time. On the first sort through, a dozen or so of the oldest photos and some new ones taken with a Polaroid Land Camera were set aside. The ladies had heard that photos taken by the Polaroid’s tend to fade rather quickly and they needed to talk to an expert. The two cousins drove to the photographer who’d taken the photo’s at their joint wedding four years earlier.. I finally realized it was me who didn't want to let go. I finally pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my running clothes, and headed for the kitchen. I mixed up a batch of bread dough and set it to rise while I ran.This time of the morning really wasn't bad outside. The house still held some of the heat from yesterday's high nineties, but Anna had air conditioners in the windows of all three bedrooms so they were kept reasonably cool at night. As I ran, I decided to try cooking the bread on the. I will need to wipe her wetness to do a proper waxing," Mary said, as she dried off Julie's pussy. This contact was too much for the woman and a loud sigh was heard. "Let go my love. Enjoy the feelings and emotions," Bruno whispered.As if given permission, Julie lifted her hips as much as she could, trying to feel more of Mary's touch. The technician readily obliged and dropped the tissue to touch the swollen clitoris with her latex gloves. Julie moaned and Bruno started playing with her.