Hubby switched from film to a digital camera, and I was quietly disappointed as it no longer meant having to get the pictures processed. Shortly after... getting his first digital camera, we spent a weekend away in the countryside which was to become my first experience of outdoor nakedness and photography.On the first day of our little break we took a walk across country, heading for a waterfall we'd seen on the map. We'd only just started the walk, and had climbed out of the village to a hill. "What you mean to say" I corrected her "is where I fucked you and where you took my cock up your virgin ass? Is that what you meant to say?" Yes Sir" she added "I remember that every time I pass through the foyer or go up or down those stairs." Then imagine" I continued to whisper, but added a big smile "what you'll remember after I fuck you in your marriage bed. Now strip for me, like my good slut."She had a determination in her eye... not lust, not defeat, but determination. Almost like she. She knew that she’d be getting off early tonight and asked if she could join us so she could meet some of our neighbors too.”Denny looked both surprised and disappointed, as she said, “Yeah, sure, that’s fine, but that will spoil our fun for the night. Maybe you’ll be able to come to my place tomorrow morning, to take care of my pussy, even though David won’t be there.”I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, and I didn’t even know how Chelsea would approach her. So, I said, “Don’t worry, Denny,. I don’t know if there is an explanation for it. It’s in here.” She placed both hands below her breasts then continued, “And in here.” This time she placed a hand over her crotch.“So you feel different sexually?” “Yes, but that doesn’t adequately explain it. I am starting to feel attached, emotionally attached. It’s only been a week but if you told me you weren’t coming back again I would feel… I don’t know, perhaps depressed.”“Ken must have detected how you feel.”“No, he didn’t have to. He.