Mom looked down on her with a self-satisfied grin. She said nothing as Elizabeth unconsciously propped her shoes on the edge of the coffee table.In no...e of the pictures was the girl completely nude. In none of the pictures were her breasts completely covered, or her genitals concealed. Her legs, widespread more often than not, were long and shapely. Her middle finger was buried between them in three of the photos, and helping spread herself wide open in three others. In one photo, her left. I was wrong about having an intern. She had a sharp, sarcastic wit that just fed off my sarcasm. She seemed to thrive on throwing a comeback, even more sarcastic than I could dish out. Movie quotes were thrown back and forth to describe every situation. Our running puns weren’t really all that funny except for the fact that they ran for days. She had an uncanny ability to turn any situation into a jab about my age. Knowing that my hobby of choice was photography, Sara and I spent one week. She's curvy, but it's all muscle, her only fat being located in her tits, a respectable and perky C cup pair. She's a nice girl, but has an aggressive side, and enjoys trading submissive and dominant roles in the bedroom. The two of us have had playful impromptu bouts now and then, and we've both found it to be a big turn-on. I'm proud of my physical prowess, but she's no casual rival, and it's been bringing out my inner competitor. She recently told me she wanted to try planning something more. I shift in my seat and go to place my arm around Bels shoulders so she can lean back into me if she wants to when my hand drops onto Marks arm already there. I dont know for sure if he is simply resting his arm on the back of the sofa or he is actually putting his arm around Bel. It makes me jump slightly. "You alright?" asks Bel. I drop my arm onto her knee instead leaving Marks arm where it is. "Yeah Im fine." I reply. I look over to Mark who is taking a swig through a big grin. Bel glances.