It was sleeveless and backless, so it would be comfortable in the summer heat. It was full length, just as all the other women would be wearing. The f...bric was embedded with luxe threads to give it the illusion of sequins sewn into the dress.She dropped the gown over her head and down her long body, zipped and fastened it. Turning to the mirror, she looked dissatisfied. Frank could never understand why. Whatever gown she would have chosen to wear would have left her wanting. She ignored her. The shot showed the woman from her thighs to the top of her head, though the black hair was thrown forward to cover her face. Her thighs were closed tightly together with her left hand thrust between them. The second photo showed the same woman sitting back against the base of what appeared to be an easy chair. She was sitting on a beige rug with her back against the chair and her left leg drawn up with her knee almost reaching her chest. Her nightgown was wide open exposing both of her. I wasnt thinking in terms of wealth or value but in wonder of what all this stuff was and where did it come from and why was it hid here and not being displayed or preserved in a museum. The room was huge and it was filled with priceless items. I could tell some items where made from gold, while others items from silver. Time seemed to have stood still. I lost track of how long I stood in the midst of the artifacts just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each. --this was me, on my own street, no cameras involved.As I played, I began to realize that this position wasn't particularly orgasmic for Emily. She was rewarding me. But, really, the only reward I wanted was her juices trickling down my thighs. I enjoyed the position for awhile, but when I started feeling serious, I pulled out and rolled her onto her back.Her legs held fast at first, then she opened them slowly, like a flower showing its petals. Sparkled with dew drops."Are you getting ready to.