We had rented a motel room (as we often did before we had our own place) and I usually brought my camera to these outings.
She has stripped off and is waiting for our friend Ron to arrive. After much begging from Ron (and Marie), I finally relented and agreed to their wishes. I remember her saying she was imagining him laying on top of her here.
Nowadays, I don't remember if I was just going to take pictures, or participate in the debauchery. (Heh heh, I never heard of cuckolding until a few years ago.)
Unfortunately, he had car trouble that night and never made it to the motel. No matter, not too long after that we all met up at our house, as I mentioned here.
