This whole morning would have been a waste of time."She blinked. Twice. "God, I hate you." Because I make more sense than your mother?"She sighed. "Ok...y, then I love you." I think I like that better." Good." She switched on her own camera, the FUPOS 1369. "Get over there. I want to shoot pictures of a great photographer at work. You'll do as a substitute."I ignored the snide comment. "Shouldn't you turn on the flash first?" No. I want to try something I read about a couple of days ago. I want. I began to resign myself to my predicament. Michael released me slightly and backed himself againstthe wall. He pulled me forward with his left hand still grabbing myrear. He reached over with his right hand to grab my right hand andplaced it on his belt buckle. "Anytime, Barbara, anytime," came thewhisper in my ear. I was totally unnerved. I unbuckled the belt,undid the button on his trousers and pulled the zipper down. Histrousers fell to his ankles revealing his briefs. He leaned. She had discovered that I had for many years harboured a secret desire to see her slips, or petticoats as she called them. On this particular day I was sitting opposite Auntie, who is an attractive woman in her mid-forties, and caught sight of the lace hem of her slip as she crossed her legs - rather provocatively I thought. I immediately felt my cock swelling at this sight and, excusing myself, dashed to the bathroom in order to relieve this tension.Once there, as I lowered my trousers to. As I raced through the woods like a nymph being chased by a satyr, I felt wonderfully excited and free. I laughed happily as I leaped and ducked between the pines with Brute bounding along behind me, trying to keep up.Brute and I played forest spirits for longer than I had planned. It was so primal, running through the woods with the cool morning air making goosebumps on my skin and the fresh smell of the pines in my nose. I just wanted it to go on and on, to somehow lose my human form and.