She must have been a little nervous. As the conversation wore on, our legs touched, then she laid a leg over mine and started stroking my arm.I'd had ...a long week and was feeling a little tired. I yawned and apologised. "you look tired, you should go to bed" she said.I agreed and started to stretch off. Nice to have met, next time I'll come round fresher I thought and try my luck. As I stood up to leave, so did she, but to my surprise she grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs. I followed on. Except for one kid, Trent. He stood at about 5 foot 11 inches, with dark black hair, green eyes, and completely jacked. He also had huge arms and six pack that you could always see through his shirt. I never really spoke to him before he was a quiet guy and also gay. Don't get me wrong I love gay sex, but I don't usually find guys attractive, with the exception of Trent. I knew Trent had the notes, but he's not very friendly. He's the kind of guy who you need to do a favor for to get something. As I glanced through the photos in the plastic sleeves, which had protected the instant pictures through the years, what stared me in the face were extraordinary photos of young women. There was a lifetime treasure trove of ‘booty’ themed pictures that had fallen into my hands. There were album sleeves of dressed young ladies wearing pants or dresses with their panties pulled down and red bottoms on display. It was evident this dossier in color indeed had blackmail and reasons for participants. .." You are a silly twit!" I put an arm around her. "Want to go upstairs and practice after dinner?" You always have the very best ideas!"Saturday was restocking day: supermarket, butcher's, bakery, etc. We could have made only one stop, but we both preferred non-shrink-wrapped meat and "real" bread. Weena had phoned Michiko and we were due there in the afternoon. After unloading, we had lunch in a small cafe and when we got done drove to Trigg. We admired Rachel and then Weena began pumping.