Or she would be standing over Paul who would be lying on his back, shooting upwards at her panty-covered crotch. I had to move lights and props around... as the temperature in the studio rose. Then it was time for the brassiere to come off and once again I luxuriated in seeing her firm breasts and alert nipples, which she tweaked and pinched to get them to seem to extend. “Alan, can you rub some lotion on Louise's breasts?” asked Paul, “If that's OK with you Louise?”“Yes, let the lad have a nice. If only I'd known how we looked to him; he could have been my son-in-law." She lay the pad down and turned properly to face him. "Can I ask a question?" Certainly. I'm here for you, after all." Doesn't it bother you, seeing us like this?" she waved her hands generally over her body."That's hard to answer. I suppose it's 'yes and no'. Yes, it bothers me. You are a very attractive woman, becoming more so both physically and personality wise, and my profession frowns on ... um ... promiscuous. ”----------------Later that afternoon, we went for lunch, and got to chatting. He was definitely correct about his demeanor towards women. We actually had a completely friendly chat, and shared a lot of laughs, and shared some delicious Chinese food.I told him “I would love to come over, but I think I could use a shower.”“No problem,” he said. “You can shower at my place.”When we walked in the door of his apartment, I was surprised to see two of his friends sitting and watching TV.“Guys, this. "Good morning sweetie," she answered."Where's dad and Mike?" I asked looking out the window for dad's truck."They left about two hours ago headed to work. Why?" she replied."Ah, no reason, was just wandering," I said, as I started trying to text Mike's cell. Why had he not told me goodbye? I tried texting and calling Mike several times during the day that day, but only to receive no answer in return. Was he ignoring me? Did he really mean it when he had told me that he loved me, or was it just.