"Same here," she said almost inaudibly, "but I'm not ready for a relationship."Christopher looked back at her equally steadily. "I rather got that imp...ression." Then he smiled warmly. "That doesn't mean we can't go on enjoying other's company." I hope not." Good."That made her smile too, warmly and happily.Neither of them had touched alcohol during the evening and Tina continued to chatter away happily all the way home. Their parting was standard, a gentle touch on Christopher's arm and a thank. 'Now then Sir, let me see how we can do this, it is mostly on the right leg of you jeans I see. I will wet this towel 1st, then go like this,' she said.She told me that she dabbed the stain 1st and most of the red stain was coming off. She also stroked up and down the worst side of his stained jeans and could feel something extremely hard underneath the material? Her passenger moaned every time she did this, but not when she cleaned the other side?She was on her knees now, wetting and stroking. “Trust me, I am not complaining,” you said.Once inside you, I just moved slowly, teasingly in and out, varying the speed a little between thrusts to keep you from sensing and anticipating the next move. I know you like the way that feels. I reached for your breasts and cupped them in my hands, taking your hard nipples and twirling them between finger and thumb. Your moans and mine mingled as the sensations became almost unbearably wonderful.“I love fucking,” you said. “I fucking love. I simply could not picture myself unpacking those two rolls from the camera bag. After returning from Montauk, I’d set the bag on my chest of drawers. Then I... What? Had I even touched it in the week since we returned home?I looked under my bed, in my desk, and in various other possible hiding places, all to no avail. I realized I was in serious trouble, unless I could do something to stop it. I glanced at the calendar: Sunday. The photo shop was surely closed. I would have to call in the.