Twenty years. No wonder. Women." Then with a sudden movement he bent down to pick up the belt Emily had dropped. Without pausing he raised his arm and... whipped out at her with it. She jumped back, but the belt caught her a smart lick in the side. She cried out. "Damn you!" she yelled. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" Pruett whipped the belt at her again. It hit her in the flank. "Stop that!" she squalled, and as he raised the strap again she moved quickly away. But he followed. I have to admit I wasn’t as shocked this time as I was when I found Josh fucking Mai, true my daughters were both fully naked, licking each other’s pussies, screaming, trembling and shouting, I guess it was time for a mutual orgasm by both of them, strange to me, very strange, but somehow it felt acceptable.This time, I did not think about it, I did not wait any longer; I just walked into the room, making myself visible to both of them, I screamed as loud as I could “what the fuck do you think. The interesting part of the skinny-dipping was that it stayed totally non-sexual.’ When I finished her hair was glistening. I took another thirty pictures, many over the shoulder. We posed her hair in a number of different ways. I continued the slideshow. Then I asked: ‘Which ones do you want to send to the paper? George says six portraits and six full body.’ She had trouble narrowing the full length shots to six but we finally did. She was not as happy with the portraits however. She said: ‘I. I suggested that they wait on the TV for a while because that would be the most expensive and was not truly directed towards our local area. Jenny thought that posters should be put up in local shops where women were the most likely customers. I agreed with that, especially if we had the right outfits on when we approached the shop owners. We would wait on getting them printed until we had a firm date for an open houseWe had a quick lunch then dressed for our bank visit. Jenny and Jeanna wore.