I'll wait here for you," said Rita.I left the living room, went across the landing. My heart beat must have been about 150 per minute.I caught a glimp...se of myself in the mirror in my stockings and lingerie and really did think I looked the part of an eager slut.I headed down the stairs to the hallway and waited by the front door.I didn't have long to wait. Within about a minute I heard a car pull up and footsteps approaching the front door.All that was racing through my mind was that here I was. When she lay there, her tits didn't flatten out as much as I thought and her nipples hardened. I picked up her right hand and started from there. I worked up to her shoulder for a while and then moved around the bed to do her left arm. After that, I worked on her breasts and stomach. I massaged her stomach lightly as it was so flat and thin. She didn't seem to need it there. I noticed that she kept her eyes closed. Next, I did her breasts. They were great breasts and the nipples were very. You know it." And from the tone in Amber's voice, she really meant it."Okay. Well, I'd better call my girls." I know you have to, but remember the less people who know the--" The better it'll be for everyone involved," I finished. "I know." Thank you, Ben. I already love you, but I'll love you even more for this."I smiled. "I know. Love you, too." See you tomorrow." Bye."I hung up the phone and tapped it against my knee a couple of times. I was just sitting on the porch steps outside my own. I took my first picture at the count of 10; Lou took hers at 7. We both took pictures at 5, 3 and then the cameras were popping at 0. The confetti came down, balloons came down, and we were taking pictures like crazy. Later examination of the pictures showed that we captured the moments perfectly: the crowd shouting the countdown, the glee as the confetti and the balloons came down amongst the crowd, the kisses and hugs as midnight struck. We had done our jobs well.I put the camera down and.