Weekend in Troon

Weekend in Troon.

Mum announced that Aunt May had invited me to spend the last weekend with her down in Troon before returning to my final year. I was surprised, as I hadn't seen her and her husband Uncle Jim for about a year. Uncle Jim was a professional photographer, he'd learned his profession in the RAF and after the war had expanded into fashion and portrait photography. He had studios in both Troon and Ayr and employed folk to take photos of the tourists on the promenades by the shore. He also developed and printed film for the public. He didn't just regard it as a business, as he was a keen photographer, winning lots of prizes at exhibitions all over the country even in England! Aunt May was the main controller of the business side of things and saw to it that it was quite profitable. Although they'd been married about 20 years, they didn't have any children. Although Mum liked them both, Dad was rather cool about Jim, for reasons I couldn't fathom.

Jim had been very kind and extremely attentive to me last year. I blushed when I recalled the occasion. How could I have been so silly!

I said, "that'll be nice, Mum, I can take the train from Glasgow Central station on Friday afternoon and be there in time for tea."

"Yes, but take a couple of nice dresses, in case you go out somewhere." Dad was out of the room when she mentioned this. I liked Aunt May, she was a bit younger than Mum, very pretty with very dark black hair, bright blue eyes and an excellent figure and quite down to earth. She'd been to secretarial college, but after she married Jim had worked fulltime in the photography business. The fact that they were childless was a cause of some sadness and probably explained why, even although Dad was a little cool about the idea. Mum was happy to let me stay with them. As I was the only child in the family, she felt that I should get to know my close relations.

Jim was a good-looking man of in his mid-forties. Tall, quite athletically built and well dressed and groomed. I seemed to remember he wore nice smelling body lotion and was altogether, quite a dish, perhaps that's why Dad, viewed him with suspicion. Dad definitely wasn't a dish!

Aunt May met me at Troon station at 5.00pm and we walked to her house which was close to the golf course. The house was quite a decent size, built about forty years ago after the first world war. It had a large back garden without being overlooked by neighbours and where you could sunbathe on sunny days. She explained to me that Jim, was in a bit of rush as he was preparing for some contract. He'd agreed to do to photo shoot of some summer wear, for a local factory and had been let down at the last minute, by his regular model and was phoning around to see who else was available.

"Why don't you do it then Aunt May?"

"Oh, I'm much too old for that kind of thing!"

"Rubbish, you've an excellent figure and are very photogenic!"

"Jim prefers to use younger models, he says they've a fresher look, more appropriate for summer and beach wear, I agree! Actually, I was wondering whether you might like to try, you have filled up nicely, since we last saw you and even then, you were already quite a looker!"

"Are you saying I have big boobs Aunt May? When's the next train for Glasgow?" I shook my boobs and laughed.

"No, they've the right sort of summery look, I'm sure Jim will agree. And I'll insist that he pays you the going rate. Which by the way is very poor-many girls are happy to show themselves off for nothing, if they think they'll get into Vogue or Playboy!"

"I don't imagine Uncle Jim's photoshoot of summer frocks will qualify for next Spring's Vogue or Playboy!"

"You'd be surprised Louise! He's does quite well."

Uncle Jim had just returned home as we walked in. He grinned at me and gave me a friendly kiss and I was able to check out that he was still wearing his nice body lotion.

"Have you found a suitable model for your photoshoot tomorrow, Jim?"

"More of less May, but she can only work in the morning, so I won't be able to do all I wanted, which is a bit of a nuisance."

"Perhaps Louise could do a bit for you in the afternoon then?" Jim looked a little startled, turned and had another survey of my assets, this time giving me a more professional appraisal.

"You've filled out a little in the right places since last year, Louise, and if you do your hair, you could be quite good for what I have in mind?"

"What's the matter with my hair?"

"It's a little too curly, it can be straightened a little, if you go to the hairdresser in the morning."

"That'd be great!" says May, I'll ring up my hairdresser in the morning and explain what's needed. But how will Louise get to the factory?"

"Oh, that's not a problem, I'll do what's needed here in the afternoon."

"That's ok, then as I have to go to manage the studio in Ayr tomorrow remember and won't be finished till about 6.00. So, you'll have to set it up yourself."

"That's ok. How do you feel about doing a photoshoot Louise? I'll pay you the going rate, £2.00 an hour. I think that will be about £5.00 for the afternoon, and I'll also pay for your new hairdo."

"Ok, Uncle Jim, but you don't have to pay me, I'm your niece!"

"Of course I do, we want to keep things strictly professional, don't we?" He looks at me and smiles, a little enigmatically.

"You should get to bed soon Louise; we don't want dark circles under your eyes. Jim'll have to fix your make up tomorrow after your hairdo."

I was slightly taken aback, "Do you do that sort of thing? Uncle Jim?"

"Of course, it's part of the job to give the models the right look for the mood I want to project."

"I'll be in your hands, then," I smile brightly.

When I was in bed, I recalled, what had happened when I was last in Troon last year, I had been a little careless with my hygiene and hadn't brought a clean pair of knickers, so I decided to do without, till they dried. I didn't think anyone would notice that anything was amiss, as I was wearing a knee length skirt. As it was sunny, I joined Jim and May in the garden.

Aunt May was rocking on the swing lounger. I sat beside her, opposite Jim, who was slouched in a low deckchair opposite me, reading a magazine. The swing was quite high, so my feet only just grazed the ground, Aunt May, swung the couch by pushing her feet on the ground my legs weren't quite long enough to keep my feet firmly on the ground, so they lifted a bit now and again as we swung backwards and forwards. I noticed Jim was looking up surreptitiously from his magazine, now and again as the swing moved forward and realized, to my consternation, that he could see up my skirt. What a perv! What should I do? Bring my legs together and pull my skirt down, or give him a bit of thrill on a sleepy afternoon? I chose the latter course of action. I moved my thighs a little apart and hitched my skirt up above my knees and continued chatting to Aunt May about my plans for the coming year. I felt my pussy swell a bit and I'm sure my clit was shining like a beacon, as my pubic hair was a bit sparse then, still is, unlike Simone's! I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Jim's crotch was growing visibly, and his stare becoming more fixed, although he still pretended to read his magazine, turning the pages every now and again.

After a few more minutes, I announced that I'd like a bit of a sleep, as the sun had made me feel sleepy. Aunt May said, what a good idea, she'd do the same. So, I went upstairs and lay on the bed and heard her go into her room shortly after. I must have fallen asleep, quite soundly, because I didn't hear Jim enter my room, but I was awoken by his hand lifting my skirt. What to do? Should I wake up and scream or pretend to be asleep? No contest! I really quite fancy Jim and wouldn't mind a bit of incestuous hanky-panky. What would he do? Not much, I imagined. He gently rubbed my quite swollen clit and then put a finger and then another into my vagina and massaged the upper wall bringing it beneath my clit, whilst pressing firmly on top with his thumb. Well, soon I unable to prevent myself from responding and started to thrust my hips rhythmically whilst he continued to squeeze. I came quite quickly he gave me a gentle kiss on both pairs of lips and tiptoed out of my room and went to relieve himself in the bathroom across the corridor.

At suppertime, we both behaved as if nothing untoward had occurred and I returned home the following day, without acknowledging by any sign, our complicity in any irregular behaviour. Why, create a fuss! Better to forget about it.

So here I was voluntarily agreeing to spending the afternoon alone with my pervy uncle, with me goading him on, like a Scottish siren. Was he responsible for my present lustful behaviour, or was it inborn? Am I wicked or just a wee bit zesty? Well tomorrow should be interesting! Still the idea of photographs was a little creepy, I should be very careful to make sure that I couldn't be identified, in case he used the pictures to blackmail me when I become rich and famous. Wait, the photos will only of me wearing fetching frocks, nothing to get too excited about!

Next morning Aunt May phoned the hairdresser in Portland St, which is just a few minutes' walk away, in the centre of Troon. She made an appointment for a defrizz and hair wash and clean up, also skin treatment to remove a few minor flaws in my otherwise flawless skin.

The hairdresser was very chatty, quite young, too and was wearing a wedding ring. She asked if I wanted anything else fixed whilst I was there.

"Like what?"

"Eyebrows, the odd blackhead here and there, all young lassies have a few and they look a bit unsightly in a photograph, although of course these can be removed, by a skilful photographer."

"You seem to know quite a lot about photography," I said.

"Oh aye, I've worked on and off for Jim for a few years, an awfully nice man, although I will say he has a bit of a wondering tendency!"

"What d'you mean?"

"Och, he tends to take liberties with the lassies that he photographs, naithing serious of course."

"Well, I'm sure I'm safe, as I'm his niece, you know?"

"Hmm, I would'na rely on kinship to protect you! Monies the brother, uncle or even father aroun' here, who would'na mind a bit of fun with any lassie they catch, sister, daughter, niece, girl next door, or even mother!" She grimaces.

"How, shocking, molestation and incest here in Troon! I can hardly credit it."

"Aye Louise, there's no end to the human venality, concupiscence, or lustfulness to put in more plainly, especially down here in Troon! You've only to read Robbie Burns, who came from round here, to realize that Ayrshire is a hotbed of sexual deviancy!" She giggles, "So be prepared! There, what a stunner you are without the frizz. How about down there, would you like any hair removed from your pubes?"

"I don't think that region will be photographed today, so no need, and anyway I quite like my pubic hair; it shows that I am a mature woman, and I think people find that sexy!"

"Just asking! All the same it might be a good idea to even it up, an uneven line across the top is a bit unsightly, can I have a wee keek?" My hesitancy was taken as tacit concurrence; she puts her hand up my skirt and pulls down my woolly knickers.

"I hope you're going to change into some more alluring!"

"I'm modelling dresses, that's all!"

"Really? Okay then! Just a wee trim." She takes her clippers and straitens the demarcation line between my pubic hair and abdominal skin, surprisingly better looking now!

"You'll do fine, I see you've shaved your armpits already, perhaps a bit of a shave down the sides of your thighs, would be good too, one wants it to look neat, and I'm sure your uncle will want that too!"

"I think I've already mentioned that I'll be modelling dresses, full stop!"

"To be sure, Louise, to be sure." She takes her electric shaver and buzzes it around the inside of my thighs, I hadn't noticed that there had been quite a lot of unnecessary frizzy growth there.

"Anyway, now you look much more presentable down there, and don't forget to give yourself a bit of a wash, nobody likes a niffy cunt!"

"That's a bit cheeky, don't you think?"

"Aye, but good advice, all the same!" With that I retreat back to Aunt May's home, a little shamefaced to be given lessons in hygiene by a hairdresser. Still, I give myself a thorough wash, to remove any loose hairs remaining following the treatment. Front and back and undercarriage with scented soap, as we had been taught in hygiene classes at school.

When I came downstairs, Aunt May, looked critically at my hair, on my head!

"Very nice! Mary does a good job. She's very smart too, just forthright enough to get the job done without causing too much offence or embarrassment. People tend to be very sensitive about their hair." I wondered what Aunt May had said to Mary.

"Anyway, Louise, I'm sure you'll be fine, I've made a few sandwiches for you and Jim. Tell him they're in the fridge. Must dash now! I've to be in the shop in half an hour."

With that she left me alone. I was wondering idly how many clothes I'd be trying on, when Jim returned from his morning's photoshoot. "Hi Louise, my goodness how glamorous you look with your new hairstyle. It really suits you!"

I blushed, "Thanks! Aunt May says we should have the sandwiches she's prepared."

"Aye, but first let's have a wee drink, shall we? I like a wee gin and lemonade it's a good appetiser and it relaxes you. We d'na want tae be too stiff."

"If I drink gin, I probably won't be able to stand straight!"

"Och, ye'll be fine!" With that he pours us both some gin and fills the glass with lemonade and added a slice of lemon. "Drink this down and we'll make a start." I'll go and set up the cameras and lights in the lounge. There's a box of stuff for you to put on over there. You can choose whatever you want to try on first." With that he retreated to the lounge cum photo-studio. I drank the fortified lemonade and opened the box. I was shocked to discover that no dresses were in the box, nor outer clothing of any kind. Instead, frilly knickers, and see-thru bras in various shades, white, pink and black and some transparent camiknickers and several pairs of silk stockings.

What should I do? I wasn't going to strip and walk into the studio in transparent camiknickers! Too much! I decided to make my protest. I walked into the studio, Jim was still fiddling with the lights that were flooding the room as if in brilliant sunlight, casting long shadows.

"Uncle Jim, where are the dresses? I only see sexy underwear!"

"Och sorry, Louise, I forgot to mention, we finished modelling the dresses this morning. The dressmaker is promoting a new line in intimate underwear. But the other model was unwilling to put them on as she felt that she didn't have a voluptuous enough figure. No worries, though, you certainly have!"

"I'm not sure this is appropriate Uncle Jim!"

"Och, Louise, come off it, we both know that you're a shameless wee hussy who's willing to flaunt her fanny at anyone with a cock and balls! So, if you're nae interested in modelling the stuff, say so now and ye can go home to you lovely Mummy and not so friendly Daddy! I'll explain to May that you had an attack of cold feet."

"What do you want me to do, Jim?" I said, slightly cowed by these home truths, that I certainly didn't want to have to deny, in case of a strong factual rebuttal.

"First take off all your clothes, and I mean all of them and bring the box of underwear here." He said calmly, as if he wasn't being totally outrageous. Me! strip naked in front of my pervy uncle. How embarrassing! Anyway, I decided to do as he asked, without further ado, so I took off my clothes in front of him, in the middle of the floodlit room. His gaze was fixed on coolly appraising my assets. No point in acting the innocent maid.

"I see you've developed a bit since I last saw you," he muttered, "That's good, I like a bit of pubic hair, it's sexy, especially the blond variety, its more translucent and I like your pink nipples, especially when they stand up, as they're doing now." I looked down and sure enough, they were quite hard and pointy.

"I'm a bit nervous."

"Nonsense, it's because you're turned on! I bet your cunt's wet too!"

"No need to be crude, or are you trying to humiliate me, Uncle Jim?"

"No Louise. I'm just preparing you mentally for what'll be needed. But incidentally I don't want you messing up the knickers, they'll all have to be returned. So, try to restrain your randy thoughts till later. We've a job of work to do! Ok, try on this bra and pants. I'm sure they'll fit quite well."

So, I put on the bra and pants in front of him. They fitted perfectly, quite comfortable actually, although the bra was very revealing as were the pants, but I didn't bother with that so much.

Jim asked me to lift my left leg onto a chair in front of a wall mirror whilst twisting my torso leftwards and turning my head to look sideways into the wall mirror. He placed a lamp to shine past my crotch to highlight my pubes in profile, it made the silk knickers almost transparent, and my face and torso could be seen in the mirror reflection as well as directly in in profile. He took several photos with his plate camera and then asked me to try with my right leg on the chair and face the other way, it was quite like yoga. He removed the chair and told me to take off my bra and let it hang by the straps and bend towards the mirror. He liked the view in the mirror of my suspended breasts, with my buttocks stretching the silk knickers emphasizing my natal cleft. He took a view form below and another with the rear view of my crotch peeking through the open gusset with pubic hair illuminated with a spotlight from the front, as if the sun was shining from my fanny. I wondered whether the underwear manufacturer really wanted these pictures. What kind of magazine would want this soft porn disguised as an underwear catalogue? But no doubt Jim knew his market,

Once that was over, it became all be quite routine, with different combinations of combinations, some a bit outrageous, holes exposing my nipples, or wide slits in the knickers which exposed my cunt. Not especially attractive, but it seemed to turn Jim on, quite a bit, me too, to be honest! And I enjoyed watching him, watching me with an increasingly randy look in his eyes. His face began to redden, and he was swallowing quite a bit, his normally precise movements became a little careless, and he even dropped a photo plate, accompanied but very crude and loud expletives.

"I think we should have a break and eat May's sandwiches and maybe drink a bit more lemonade." I was quite relieved, as it is quite tiring staying still in a pose. My facial muscles were also tired, trying to look pensive, or thoughtful, or welcoming or alluring. But Jim, appeared to be quite satisfied.

So, we returned into the kitchen away of the hot lights. "Don't you want to turn off the lights, Jim?" I asked. "Na, they'll fuse if you switch them on again too soon, so I keep them on, if there's only to be a short break." I was sitting quite unselfconsciously on a kitchen chair, without a bra and wearing transparent knickers. Jim poured another large glass of "lemonade." I drank it eagerly, as I was very thirsty.

"You're thirsty, would you like to finish it, Louise?" He emptied the remains into my glass, and I gratefully drank it down. As well as quenching my thirst it made me feel a little dizzy and light-headed, but also light-hearted and I noticed that my skin had become a little flushed over my chest and neck. Jim said, "Gosh, I think the lemonade has gone to your head, you seem a bit hot! Perhaps you should take off your clothes and we could do a few nude shots before May returns? What do you think?"

"Why not? What sort of thing do you want, Jim?"

"Well perhaps if you lie on the couch, and try to look seductive?" I agree, I take off my panties and walk back into the studio and lie full length prone on the two-seater couch with my chin resting on my crooked right arm which rested on the side of the sofa and a foot resting on the opposite side of the couch. I raised the other leg and bent my knee, so that my leg partially occluded a full view of my crotch. "Perfect! You've a real talent for this, just like your aunt!"

"You mean Aunt May does this sort of thing too?"

"Och aye, she's very good!"

It dawns on me that May's absence may have been planned, and she may have had some inkling into what we was going on! "Oh yes, she's a talented sexy model, also a very useful photo-editor. Your mum was a very attractive model too, although unfortunately she's beginning to look a bit too mature for my market, but still very sexy when she wants to be! She keeps your dad in the dark about it of course!" I wasn't too sure I liked what I was hearing, the weekends in the past when Mum had gone to stay with Jim May in Troon, now sounded, more than a bit kinky and a quite unexpected revelation, although I supposed it explained Mum's relaxed attitudes to my summer with Robbie and Henri or leaving me to my own devices in the hotel in St Andrews, with Davie.

"Can you turn on your side and hold that book?" I grab a book on the table by the side of the couch, turn on my side and open the book, I was surprised with its contents, it was a photo-album, with lots of pictures of glamorous women in various poses, some clothed, some semi-clothed and others au naturel. I turned a few pages and was gobsmacked to see Aunt May as I'd never seen her before! Her full figure stretched out on this same couch, as if she owned it, which of course she did! She seemed to be beckoning towards the viewer. The picture on the opposite page, made it very clear what sort of encounter she was expecting, her arms were outstretched lifting her breasts and her legs were angled at forty-five degrees, fully revealing her luxuriant black pubes! I looked as if she had a black feather duster down there, a frizzy pom-pom the lower vertex in the isosceles triangle drawn between her black nipples and crotch, matched by the opposing triangle drawn from her lustrous black head hair and the same horizonal between the pair of protruding black nipples. Shocking! I was totally shocked! But impressed all the same, such a blatant display and so sexy!

"You mean Mum does nude poses for you?" I said incredulous at such a disclosure. I'd always tried to avoid thinking of Mum and Dad's sex lives, although I suppose they must have done it now and again to account for me!

Jim was quite unabashed, by my expressions of shock at learning that my Mum had a life which was not entirely devoted to Dad's and my welfare and as for Aunt May! How shocking!

A history lesson.

"Let me explain to you Louise, how your Aunt May and your mother Thelma became models for me. It all started years ago when I first met May, she'd come down to Troon for the weekend, with your mother, who'd been told to look after her, as she'd had a bout of flu and was a bit down in the mouth, I think. They were staying in the Marine Hotel, which, as you know, is that posh place up the road near Troon Golf Club. I was doing a stint as a beach photographer at the time and was intrigued by this pair of well healed bonny lasses walking out of the hotel towards town. I asked them if they'd like to have their photos taken. May said, yes, your mum was more hesitant, and snooty, but reluctantly agreed when I said I'd take photos of them both for the price of one, if they came to collected them at my shop in town that evening.

I took some snaps of each of them separately and together and told them that they could collect the photos if they brought the ticket to my shop that evening or tomorrow. This was a perfectly normal seaside activity, and I enjoyed it, and it allowed me to chat up lots of girls, which I also liked. I was quite a lad at the time, and girls coming on holiday on their own to a quiet place like Troon where appreciative of a little innocent male attention!"

"But mum was married then, wasn't she?"

"Yes, she was sporting a wedding ring with a decent sized diamond engagement ring. But she had left your dad at home, so that she could look after her little sis. It was perfectly innocent, married women in Scotland are allowed to talk to other men, you know, not like in Egypt."

"I'm well-aware of that, Jim! Still there are limits to this freedom, don't you think?"

"No, I think people should do what they want, so long as they don't hurt anyone else.

Anyway, only May came to collect the photos at my shop that evening. I remember her saying that they were very good of your mum, Thelma, but made her look a bit plain, dowdy, didn't I think?"

I said that she looked lovely in the photos, but I could do a better job if she would agree to pose in the studio, I have a background and lighting that makes it look as if you're walking on the promenade."

She was curious, so poked her nose behind the curtain on the wall into my studio behind me and saw an outline of the promenade reconstructed from photos I'd taken."

"Very cosy, Ok, but how much will it cost."

"Depends on the kinds of pose you'd want me to take and how many. An edited studio portrait is a pound, but as you're such a lovely girl with such a spectacular figure, so well suited for a glamour pose, we could defray the cost entirely, depending on how revealing the pose was, you can decide." May, who was twenty-two at the time and just recently had had a disappointing breakup with her erstwhile boyfriend, said she didn't mind doing a bit of glamour posing, she'd always thought she might look good like that. Although it wasn't the quite the done thing in her social circles.

"We're very presbyterian and middle class at home!" she said.

"But not necessarily in Troon!" I, interjected. May said nothing. She sat down on the chair, "How would you like me to look, Jim?" she smiled.

"Well, May, the blouse you're wearing would look much better if you removed your bra, so your skin can be seen through the cloth," he said sounding professional and practical.

May had allowed her boyfriend to play with her breasts, but hadn't let it go any further, possibly that's why ultimately, he'd dropped her. She'd insisted on no fooling below the belt was allowed until things were settled. It had all become a bit fraught and silly, as although she would have liked to have sex, she strongly felt that in her social circles it was something that only married couples, like her sister and brother-in-law were permitted. She was quite jealous of Thelma; Harry had been quite a good catch. He had looked quite dashing in his captain's uniform, even though he was only in the Pay Corps! They'd got married at the end of the war, three years ago. May had celebrated her nineteen birthday and had been best-maid at Thelma's wedding on the same day.

"What a gorgeous pair we were" May recalled, "Thelma was married in white dress, which had been mother's, lots of lace and me in turquoise silk dress that showed off my shoulders and nice shapely bust. It had drawn a lot of attention from the best man, and still was, as Jim was making very plain. She sighed at the memory of it all, nearly three years since and Thelma had just told her in confidence that she was expecting a baby in about six months. Lucky her!

Anyway, here she was in the photo studio, in central Troon, tentatively seducing a lively looking young man, who seemed eager for a bit of adventure and wasn't wearing a wedding ring, although you couldn't tell much from that these days!

"Ok, then, I'll take it off behind the screen if you don't mind?"

"Of course, that's what it's there for, be my guest. All the proprieties are observed here."

"Oh, and what are they?"

"We try to preserve our client's dignity and modesty, of course!"

"Ah, so you don't mind photographing my boobs, but draw the line at looking at them whilst I'm taking off my bra? Seems a little phoney, as if your pretending we're in a G. P's surgery!"

"I believe our clients should be put at ease as much as possible, it leads to a better result in the end."

"Sorry to seem so cynical, you obviously know your way around, Jim. I imagine you've lots of experience?"

"Quite a bit, but unfortunately not with many as attractive as you!"

"I'll bet you've said that before, often, probably!"

"Well, you are exceptionally attractive! Are you coming out from behind that screen?" May emerged buttoning her blouse without her brassiere, and sure enough, her dark purple nipples and dark brown areolas were clearly defined through the blouse.

"What a sight for sore eyes! I'm staring like a rabbit transfixed at the blinding sight of your headlamps, an oncoming Rolls Royce!"

"That sounds a little convoluted, I would work on that line a bit more, Jim!"

"I wish I could say it more often!"

"I think you're a bit of a Casanova!"

"Who's he?"

"Come off it, Jim! Everyone's heard of Casanova, the Venetian adventurer, who seduced hundreds of women and wrote a sexy book purporting to be his autobiography, in six volumes!"

"So, you've read them all, have you? I haven't much time for reading and don't much care for Ities, although they make very good ice cream! In fact, there's is an excellent ice cream shop down the road. Biggs, we could go afterward we've finished here for some, I'll let you buy me some in payment for the photos I'll take."

"How presumptuous, I have to go back to my sister though, otherwise she'll be worried!"

"Och, she'll be fine, and you'll be fine, and the ice cream is really special! In fact, why don't I nip out and a buy a carton after I have taken a few more photos, and we can eat it here?"

"Good idea! but let me pay for it now. How much?"

"About half a crown for a big carton."

"Not bad!" She opens her purse and gives him half a crown.

"Now can you get on with the photos, Jim!"

Jim was in no hurry he liked exploring all the possible angles. When he placed the lights at the side above her head, her breast shadows made seductive patterns among with the creases in the blouse.

"That looks good! Can you turn your head to the side, whilst keeping your chest facing forward. Oh, and can you undo a couple of buttons at the top of your blouse, so the camera can see a bit more skin.

"If I do that, I think my breasts might fall out!"

"Let's try and see. Yes, that's very nice! Stay like that for a couple of minutes and I'll be right back with the ice cream and perhaps a Cadbury's 99 flake?"

"Now you're talking, Jim, there's almost nothing I wouldn't do for a flaky bar!"

"I'll hold you to that May, definitely!" He grins. "Back in a few ticks, don't go away. But feel free to take a look at my photo-magazines. I've had a few photos published in well-respected journals."

"Ok, but don't be long!"

May thought Jim seemed nice, good looking had a fit body and was clean smelling, which was a big plus, she hated sweaty male smells, far too common, even with middle class men! They never seemed to feel the need for a wash, no excuse really. Anyway, Jim seemed to be very clean. She casually opened one of the magazines on a shelf, it was fairly new. The pictures were of girls in various poses, nothing special at first, everyone trying to look like Betty Grable, big smile, nothing special about the chest. She thought that was probably that was why they smiled and had such big hair, to distract from their lack of substance elsewhere. She turned the page, and this here was a different story, big boobs extra big nipples and very small knickers! Was that a bit of pubic hair poking from the sides, and come to think of it, you could make out her genitals through the flimsy material. The following pages left even less to the imagination, although carefully hidden in shadows, probably to avoid being prosecuted by the Police!

Another showed a couple in swimming costumes, at least their lower halves. The man had his back to the camera so wasn't identifiable. He had well defined back muscles and his outstretched hands were holding the woman's breasts, compressing her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. The woman seemed to be enjoying it, her head was thrown back, as though in ecstasy. Quite interesting, maybe Jim would like to try that, Pity, she didn't have her swimming costume with her, and she didn't suppose Jim kept his in the shop.

Jim came back silently, whilst she was gazing at the photo. "Ah, so you have found my latest award-winning photo! Do you like it?"

"You startled me Jim, I see you've brought the ice cream, how're we going to eat it?"

"Och, I've a couple of teaspoons, in the drawer over there, we can eat out of the carton, and here's the 99 flake."

"What you would you expect me to do for that?"

"Well let's think of something! How would you like to do the pose you see in the photo you've been gazing at so intently?"

"I was thinking about that, just as you came in, but I didn't bring my swimming costume, and where would we find such a fine figure of a man?"

"I thought you'd have recognised me!"

"No, I thought you'd found a compliant couple to photograph, and I haven't seen you with your shirt off, so how would I have known?"

"Well, first I haven't seen you with your shirt off yet either, but we can soon fix that! I'll show you mine, if you show me your!" He doesn't wait for an answer, he pulls off his shirt, revealing a well-muscled torso and hairless chest. Then he turns to May and undoes the rest of her buttons uncovering her breasts. May doesn't move, as if hypnotised. He moves closer and kisses her lips, she responds by pressing up close and pushing her pubic bone into his whilst maintaining mouth contact. He brings his hands to her breasts and holds their sides, then shifts his fingers to hold her nipples, as in the photograph. She seems to enjoy the sensation, smiles and laughs and throws her head back in imitation of the photo.

"How can you take a photo like this?" "Easy, I use a delayed action shutter! How long should I make the delay, ten seconds, half a minute, two minutes?"

"Any longer and the ice cream will melt!"

"Quite right, I'd forgotten the ice-cream I was a bit distracted for a minute!"

"Ok two minutes, then." He turns, adjusts the camera lens to focus on May's nipples, which were very hard and pointed, and activated the delayed action trigger. He removes his trousers, retaining his navy-blue boxer shorts. May hadn't been expecting this, but she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. They resumed the pose, as before but with more contact between them. "I'm not sure I'll be able to hold this for another minute, May!"

"Why not, I like what you're doing, Jim!"

"But can't you feel what you're doing to me!"

"Look!" he points downwards, toward the pointed bulge that has appeared in his shorts.

"Gosh, they seem a bit tight, you should buy another pair!" She smiles disingenuously. She hadn't actually seen a penis before, as she had made plain to her first and last boyfriend that she wasn't interested. But she was now, she wanted to see it, very much, she inserted a hand into the flap, gripped it, firmly and slid it along the shaft. "You seem to be quite excited, Jim."

"I most certainly am!" he managed to choke out-"Please go slow, a hand-job isn't what I need at right now!"

"Oh, what else did you have in mind, you naughty boy?"

"Can I press it against you?"

"Ok then, just this once!"

"Well, we should resume the pose before the shutter clicks?" With that they come together and his cock, which has escaped through the vent has found a way into the space between her thigh and her wide knicker gusset. He feels her wet vagina open up and slides inside to a warm welcome. An obstruction impedes its forward advance, but he gives another push. May throws her head back in an ecstasy as she comes, Jim ejaculates violently.

"Oh, my god, Jim, what have you done!"

"Sorry May, I couldn't help myself!"

"Oh dear! What shall we do? Can I clean myself here?"

"Aye, there's a W. C. round the back with a tap, not very nice though."

"I don't suppose it'll make any difference; I've read that nothing ever happens the first time."

"I've never heard that before! And if that were the case, how d'you account for all these half caste wains, conceived in one-night stands in couplings between local lasses and their G. I. dates? Plenty around here."

"We'll have to wait and see then, meanwhile how about some ice-cream? You owe me big time!"

May calmly sits on the couch and spoons the ice cream, still cold and very sweet. She has taken off her pants and is sitting naked except for her shoes and stockings.

"Seeing you with your legs like that showing your fanny gives me an idea for a sexy photo and possibly an original way to ingest the 99." May sees where he's driving at once.

"How, disgusting, and what a waste of 99!"

"Not necessarily, I doubt it will melt completely, let's try." He grins, wickedly. He coats the 99 in a thick layer of vanilla ice cream. "Open those pearly gates wide, May!"

"Really, I think I'd prefer the probe you've just used to a chocolate substitute!"

"Let's see!" Jim places the ice-cream coated tip of the flaky bar in her vagina and gives it a twirl." She gives a shrill cry. "That's literally fucking cold! It's like an icy tampon. Not sexy really and liable to make quite a mess down there."

Jim reluctantly removes the chocolate tampon and puts the end in his mouth. "Mmm. you taste good! Very sweet! Can I lick off the remains?" He bends over and licks the chocolate flakes off her labia and then gives her clitoris another lick and holds the bud gently between his front teeth.

"That's heavenly, much better than the chocolate! Can I do something for you?"

"If you want, what did you have in mind?

"I think you know quite well!"

"How about if we try 69 instead of 99? As you are so well-read, you certainly have come across this in the many books you've read."

"Actually, I have come across it, but only in books about perversion! I don't think that would have been legal in 18th century Venice!"

"I don't think there's a law agin' it in Troon! Let's give it a go; lie down on the couch and I'll lie on top. No, I think we might enjoy it better if I lay on the floor, I'll put this cushion behind my head." "How considerate you are Jim!"

He stretched out on the carpet, his erection slanting northwards towards his navel, like you see with a statue of Priapus, sometimes with a wee fountain. May straddled his abdomen and took his purple veined engorged cock in her hand and gave it a gentle rub, before covering the swollen glans with her mouth, she noticed that it tasted a little of her secretions, then she slide her soaking wet cunt back over his chest. Jim held her hips above him, and started to nibble her inner labia, and then back to her clitoris.

This encouraged May to take bolder action, she drew his cock deep into mouth and moved her lips backwards and forwards, whilst simultaneously pushing upwards with her tongue to produce an all-round stimulus. It was surprisingly difficult to concentrate on doing this, as the sensations coming from her cunt were so strong. She wanted to rock her pelvis violently backwards and forwards but was afraid of injuring or suffocating Jim. They both came a minute or so later and she spat out his semen. "Careful of my carpet!"

"Sorry, I but didn't want to swallow it."

"I don't think you'll get pregnant by taking it that way!"

"Unlikely, I agree. We'll see! I should be getting back, how long have I been here?

"Not long actually, an hour or so."

"It feels much longer."

"Yeh, doesn't it? Shall I walk you back to your hotel? We can show Thelma some of the pictures."

"Not those of us fucking, I hope!"

"No, they won't be ready till tomorrow, you can drop in and see them if you want. You're staying till Monday, aren't you?"

"Yes, but let's hurry and you can show Thelma the nice photos you took on the promenade."

They walked back to the Marine Hotel, where Thelma was waiting anxiously in the lobby. "Where have you been all this time May? I was getting quite worried."

"Oh, don't fuss, Thelma, Jim here and I decided to have an ice-cream together."

"You must have eaten a helluva lot of ice cream!" She said sharply, looking at Jim, speculatively.

"So did you bring the photos back, at least?" She removed the photos from their brown envelope.

"Gosh, these really are quite good! Much better than I expected. You look quite good too, May," she adds.

"Jim took a few more photos of me in his studio when I called in. The proofs will be ready tomorrow." May said, regretting it at once, as it inevitably would lead to awkward questions. "Would you like to join us for supper here in the hotel. So, you can tell me about yourself? Or do you have a family to go home to?" She asked inquisitively.

"No, I'm not married, I live in a flat above the studio, by myself unfortunately."

"So, you haven't found Miss Right yet? How old are you?"

"Twenty -six, and how old are you, Thelma?"

"The same actually, but I've been married, awhile. My husband Harry, is a bit older, he's thirty-three."

"A bit of an age gap then!"

"Oh, he's still quite frisky, though." She blushed as she realized the implications of what she had just said.

"He must be, as May just mentioned that you're expecting!" Jim laughed out loud.

"You and May must have had quite an intimate conversation! I've only just told my husband the good news, we've been trying for quite a while." She blushed again.

"Well, Thelma it's something to celebrate, we should have a drink to mark the occasion. Let me buy a bottle of wine as you're paying for my dinner."

"Ok, why not?" says Therma, somewhat mollified and charmed by Jim's forthright manner, and what else would they do this evening? "Let's wine and dine in the hotel, Harry gives me a fairly generous allowance."

May was impressed by how quickly Jim had charmed her sister, who usually was very hard to please. Although Thelma definitely wasn't a prude, she was a bit of snob. She'd been to university and studied law, but instead of working she'd married a prosperous accountant with fairly conservative views on most things. But she obviously saw some merit in Jim although he very obviously wasn't from their class. But on the plus side he seemed to own his own business in the centre of Troon and was both good looking, a bit of a hunk and seemed to be intelligent, with a bit of spark about him, so with all this talk of social mobility of the upper working classes moving into the lower middle class, or artisan class what's not to like? She secretly quite fancied him herself, although it was obvious that May already had her talons buried deeply embedded in his flesh. Which parts she had scratched, she was determined to find out, with a few forensic questions. After all what are older sisters for?

"So, Jim, how did you get to own a shop in the centre of Troon?"

"Simple, my late mother, owned a fish'n chip shop and she bought the freehold just after the first world war, when my dad, who had a fishing boat, retired. Sadly, they both died about ten years ago. So, I inherited the property. As I had no interest in fish or chips, but was a trained photographer, courtesy of the RAF, when I was demobbed as staff sergeant, I decided to set it up as a photographic studio, and it is doing quite well, - thank you for asking! Obviously, it's quiet in winter, but we do good business in summer and I'm beginning to get a few contracts from the businesses that are opening up in locally in Ayrshire and the local tourist agencies."

"Hmm, lucky you! Do you do this all on your own?"

"I employ a few stringers in the summer to take snaps of the tourists on the promenade and around the donkey rides on the shore. It brings a small but steady income. But, when I raise enough capital, I hope to open another branch in Ayr and find a partner." He glances at May, who is listening intently.

"You seem to have a clear business plan, Jim and you obviously take nice photos, although the ones you have here are a bit stereotyped. May just mentioned that you took some others of her in your studio, why did you do that, is that standard practice? You bring the clients in from the promenade and if they look promising you hit them with an offer of a studio portrait?"

"Yes, you seem to be very astute, Thelma, that's the part of the business I really enjoy."

"So, what was it that made you want to offer to take May's portrait at a discount? Her shapely boobs?"

"Really Thelma!" squeaked May.

"Just asking, May, just asking. He probably won't give us a straight answer."

"Why shouldn't I, Thelma? Sure, I like to take photos of lasses with spectacular boobs, like May's. Who doesn't like looking at nicely shaped breasts, and all that goes with them?"

"So, how did you inveigle her into showing you them?"

"Simple, I asked, and she agreed without any hesitation."

"Hmm, why do you think she agreed so readily. May's normally quite a shy person, as I know."

"Perhaps she was looking for a bit of excitement, throw away some inhibitions, many lasses do when they're down in Troon, my business depends on it. But sadly, most don't have the spectacular combination of assets, your sister has."

"Assets?"

"Yes, big shapely boobs, pretty face, nice smile, good teeth, sexy eyes and shiny blue-black hair, in short a touch of class!"

"So, you asked her to strip so that you could take some alluring pictures to sell to some prurient magazine, for dirty old men to leer at and jack off on and they probably pay you a pittance?"

"Well put Therma, but wrong! I'll have you know I've one several prizes in photo art competitions and am one of the select number of Scottish members of the RPS."

"What's the RPS, Jim?"

"The Royal Photographic Society, it publishes its own magazines and runs competitions and tries to maintain high standards of ethics in professional photography." He says a little smugly.

"Mm, I'm very impressed, Jim!" sounding a little cynical.

"Does his Majesty look at your photos, or Prince Philip, I hear he has an eye for a pretty girl, or Lord Mountbatten?"

"I've no idea, I don't yet move in these august circles, although wouldn't mind doing so, it would certainly be good for business!"

"May, this guy seems to have his head screwed on very tightly. Did he screw any other body part today?"

"Why do you ask, Thelma?"

"I've an instinct! You two seem to be very much at ease with each other, despite your very brief acquaintanceship. And May's uncharacteristic failure to rebut my enquiry with a shriek of protest. The things left unsaid reveal a lot. I hope you used some kind of protection?" May and Jim both blush, bright red. Thelma looks at them both, quizzically.

"Well, you'd better keep your fingers crossed, even if your legs haven't been, May! Dad won't be very happy if you've to take care of an illegitimate wain, on your secretary's salary and Harry won't like it much either!"

"And what about my happiness! Thelma!" squeaks May.

"Here! Thelma, you're being a bit heavy! Okay, we did have a bit of fun this afternoon, which has clearly been to May's benefit! See how much happier she is despite the misery and guilt you are trying to lay on the both of us. She's a lovely lass, and very sexy, and if push comes to shove, I'd marry her like a shot!"

"Shot's exactly what'll happen to you- by my father, if May's having to push a kid out, is the aftermath of this afternoon's action. My dad can be quite vicious in pursuit of anyone he regards as his enemies, and he has lots of powerful friends down here in the Masonic Lodge and Chamber of Commerce." Jim pales a little.

"Well, I've said already that if the worst comes to the worst, I'd gladly marry May. That's my solemn word, Thelma."

"I don't think a shotgun wedding, is the basis for a successful marriage, do you May? Or you Jim?" They shook their heads like children.

"Well think about it a bit more. Ok this is getting a bit heavy, let's change the subject. What kind of photographs do you like to take Jim?"

"Oh, I really enjoy taking photographs of attractive women. One never gets bored looking at them. I like to find the most appropriate angles to highlight their best features."

"There's more to human relationships that admiring their skin, I think, but you may disagree?"

"Probably, you're right Thelma, but it certainly is the thing that immediately attracts, and the people I photograph are in the end, clients."

"So, not lovers?"

"I've never had a permanent girlfriend, so no, not lovers."

"Well, I've only had one boyfriend, and that didn't end well!" May breaths.

"If you get married, you can fuck your brains out for a few days, but it'll soon become boring unless you can find something else that interests you for the rest of the time!"

"Like growing my business and wanting to pursue my profession as far as I can go! That's enough for me."

"How about you Thelma? Why are you asking me all these questions? Are you trying to flirt with me on the pretext of protecting your sister's legitimate interests?"

"Maybe so, Jim, but I like the direct way you have answered and yes I find you a fresh and attractive man and I can see why May thinks so too."

"No, you haven't seen everything, Thelma, he has some quite novel and imaginative ideas!" "Thanks May!"

"Imaginative ideas like what, Jim?"

"If we go up to your room, I'll show you, by taking a few photos of you both. You make an interesting colour contrast, you, blond and sharp, May, dark and curvaceous."

"My boobs and butt are just as shapely as May's!"

"You're confirming my point, Thelma!"

"But you haven't got a camera, here, Jim."

"But, I have, May! I always carry my miniature Leica camera in my pocket, in case of a chance opportunity. Here look!" He draws a small black camera from his jacket pocket.

"So, you never miss a trick!"

"I wouldn't say that, but obviously you don't miss much either, Thelma, do you?" His eyes glint mischievously.

"Oh, I like a bit of fun now and again! We all do, don't we? I think there is a bottle of gin in the cupboard in our room, we can borrow another glass; there are two in the room. Parties for three are probably unusual here!"

They take the stairs, to the room at the end of the first-floor corridor.

"I think we're the only one's staying on this floor," says Thelma, "It's very quiet here."

"Do you want to have a bit of sing song then?" May asked, she wasn't sure she liked the way things were heading, although she had to admit, that she had approved of the way Thelma had had manoeuvred Jim into making an informal proposal. It could be useful. And if any hanky-panky occurred this evening, then it would be a case of mutual jeopardy for them all, if any word of their exploits got back home.

"So, ladies, can I see what lights we have? Two bedside lights, a central pendant lamp, quite bright for a hotel, and a standard lamp by the armchair. There was also a couch and nice thick carpet and curtains, all fairly new - a superior room." Jim also ascertained that there was a bright ceiling light and an angled lamp above the sink next to the bath, and a monstrous sized bath with shower.

" I need to take a shower now," said May. Thelma raises her eyebrows, and Jim says, "Why don't we all have one, would you like to join us, Thelma?

"Why not? I'd like to freshen up too, but is there room for all of us?"

"I can have a shower, whilst you two are in the bath, would that be alright?"

"Ok by me", how do you feel about that Thelm?"

"Fine, but I need a pee in privacy if you don't mind. But pour me a large gin!"

May pours three large, neat gins and divides a small tonic bottle she has retrieved from the cupboard. Jim and May clink glasses, whilst trying to ignore the loud noises coming from the bathroom, Thelma very evidently has a bit of wind to cope with. When she returned, she apologised, "Sorry about all that noise, my condition must be affecting my guts a bit. Now I realize why the fish we've had for dinner are called bloaters! I've opened the bathroom window as it needs a bit of freshening."

"No worries Thelm, we're family." Jim raises an eyebrow.

Thelma asks, "What shall we drink to?"

"A bright future", says Jim.

"Good toast!" the two sisters chorus raising their glasses and gulping their gins greedily. Jim drinks more slowly, noting their agitation. He takes out his camera, "I think a few shots of you girls sitting together on the couch, like the sweet, dignified young ladies you are, might be a good start, don't you? Please sit closer together and Thelma, place your arm around May's shoulder and hold her tight, May, can you rest your head on Thelma's shoulder, like this." He bends May's head to fit into angle between Thelma's neck and shoulder, now both of you smile a wistfully, as if you're hoping that something good will happen." Jim takes a few shots and changes the angle of the lighting. "Ok that's enough, for now, I need a pee."

He steps into the bathroom leaving the door open. The seated girls both can see him unzipping and pulling down his pants before he urinates a long steady stream issues from his substantial willy, that arcs into the pan; an audible hiss sounds as the cascade hits the porcelain; they watch with interest. When it's over, Thelma gives an ironical slow handclap. But she has enjoyed looking at Jim's ample willy. Lucky May! she muses. But Harry has nothing to be ashamed of, in that department at least. Jim adjusts his pants, but doesn't bother to pull up his trousers, he folds them and places them neatly on the bedroom floor. "As you seem to have established your territorial rights Jim, can you run the bath? Not too hot mind, it's a warm night."

"Your own territorial signposting's should take precedence, Thelm!" mutters May sotto voce.

"I didn't hear that May! Ok, Thelma, I'll also keep the window ajar, if you don't mind, I don't want any condensation on my lenses."

It dawns on the girls that there will be photos at bath time. "So, you want pictures of us as naiads, water nymphs, do you, Jim?"

"A classical allusion, is always a good excuse for nude studies, don't you think?"

"Yes, I like the idea, and the water will add a bit of cover to avoid the photos being too flagrantly pornographic!"

"Exactly, Thelma, there's a subtle difference between erotic art and crude porn, one has to observe some boundaries, otherwise the results can be coarse, and vulgar."

"Yes, I agree Jim, although some vulgarity has an essential role in human relations, but has no place in art."

"You're right, we're as one, on that, Thelma. Photographs can be too explicit, a balance is needed between the raw image and a bit of added cloudiness, ambiguity. Shielding some details from view, will prompt the viewers' imagination. Too much information is boring, even with arousing subjects like genitalia."

"But isn't that what people want? - men especially! Jim?"

"I don't think so, May, people are aroused by eroticism, but too much information and precision, kills interest stone dead. Without a bit of mystery, much of its charm and appeal is lost. Our imagination must have something to work with to make an image interesting. Well, that's what I think, and I try to put in into practice in my art-some might call it. The art in photograph come from the small transformations of reality. This makes an art photograph surpass a mere recording."

"We get it Jim, Gustave Courbet's painting of a fully exposed fanny, was intended as a piece of erotic art, but is a complete turn off as far as arousal goes. More like a clinical picture of childbirth. Informative, like an anatomical drawing, but not arousing, in my humble opinion!"

"Enough of this crack, let's be looking at yours'!"

"Good pun, Jim, but a bit crude! Shall we take the bath together, May? It'll save a bit of water, just like during the War."

"Very funny Thelma, but I'm too young to remember!"

"Liar!"

"Now, now, girls, a bit of decorum please! Do either of you have a petticoat that you can wear to invoke the right kind of classical allusion?"

"Yes, I've one in my case."

"Good! I think it'll suit you better, May."

"Why d'you say that, Jim?"

"I think your darker coloured nipples and bush will show up better through the wet petticoat than Thelma's?"

"Right again, Jim! May's got very dark nipples and mine are caramel cream coloured, they won't show up as well."

"I'll have a chew on that, Thelma!"

"You, cheeky boy! I'm a married woman you know!"

"I wasn't proposing to fuck you, eyeballing your boobs and pubes isn't the same as sex! When your doctor examines you, you're not breaking your marital vows are you?"

"Depends on the G. P! and anyway you're not my G. P., are you?"

"No, but the same principle holds, don't you think?"

"Ok, but observe a few boundaries!"

"You let me know when I stray off pitch then! Thelma."

"I imagine that May has a much bigger patch, Jim?" Thelma titters, "darker too, pitch black!"

"Thelma!", May giggles and takes off her clothes quickly without any attempt at concealment. She displays herself by twirling slowly in front of the mirror as if she's alone in the room.

"My goodness, what a beautiful woman you are! May, so slim and such well-developed breasts and hips, and that gorgeous luxuriant black bush! It makes a lovely counterpoint with the dark pointed triangle between your head hair and nipples."

"I see that you're quite a connoisseur of women's bodies, Jim!"

"Yes, Thelma and I'm completely unashamed to admit it. Do you think I should be otherwise?"

"It's probably May's and my nurture, we've been brought up in judgemental, prudish, presbyterian, middle class home, where looking openly at other peoples' bodies is considered to be a bit dirty and pornographic!"

"But you're not like that really, are you Thelma? Otherwise, what're you doing in a hotel bedroom with a completely naked woman pirouetting in front of us and you have just watched me displaying my willy and pissing in the can, without batting an eyelid. On the contrary, with eyes wide open!"

"Yes, presbyterian morality is often accompanied by a heavy load of hypocrisy, especially when it comes to sex. That doesn't stop us from doing it though! In Scotland we've some of the highest rates of illegitimate births in the Western World and, in some parts of Glasgow venereal disease is a plague."

"Well, I don't see any signs of pox or clap on May and from what you're saying I don't imagine you have either, Thelma?"

"No, and how about you, Jim?"

"Would you care to examine me up close Thelma?" He takes down his pants and stands naked and proud and comes closer to Thelma, who is still seated on the couch. He waggles his semi-erect phallus in front of Thelma, who calmly takes it in her hand, clasps the shaft and moves her hand lightly to the base and then slowly downwards towards the tip, watching as it grows in length and girth and the prepuce retracts, exposing a pink glossy glans.

"Ok, Jim, you're clean, at least your willy is, not sure about your mind."

"I'm not sure about yours' either, Thelma and please let go unless you want me to splaff in your face!"

"I haven't had that done to me for a while, it might be interesting!"

"But, not now, I think we all need a bath!"

"Ok, I don't want to be the odd person out!"

Thelma, strips more slowly than May, unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her very tight bra, which is biting into her skin around the straps at the back.

"My bra seems to have become too tight in the last month. Would you mind undoing me, Jim?"

"Not at all, happy to oblige!" Jim unhooks the bra at Thelma's back whilst leaning round her, his cock rubbing against her cheek. She gently shakes her head against the stiff shaft as shucks off the straps, "Phew, I can breathe freely again!"

Her large breasts seem to expand, the skin is stretched, drum tight over the large comma shaped breasts which remain firmly upright. The areolas are indeed caramel coloured as claimed and surprisingly large, with purple nipples standing stiff and hard, as Jim, confirms as he accidently brushes them with his hands as he removes the bra and places it on the back of the sofa.

"Can you stand up, please Thelma? Careful, you seem a little unsteady, perhaps it's the gin and, or the wine?"

"Could be, Jim!" She stands up.

"Shall I undo your skirt? it also seems a little tight."

"Please Jim!" He undoes her skirt, and steps away. She is wearing very sexy pink silk cami-nickers; but the effect is spoiled by a visible dark stain around the gusset. Jim notices but refrains from mentioning it.

"How about these knickers, Thelma?" She's lost for words, but nods. He kneels in front, stretches behind her waist and unhooks the clip. He gives her abdomen a kiss and slowly pulls the silk knickers down over her hips, revealing first a tangled and wet caramel coloured mat of pubic hair partially covering her swollen pair of vaginal lips, darker than the rest of her pale pink skin. He runs his lips along the upper hair line. She shivers, her clitoris protrudes fully engorged and glistening in the midst of the thicket. He feels the heat radiating from her pubes warming his willy, which nods against the moist cleft.

"I guess, I'm not the only one who's turned on, Thelma."

"No, Jim, I think we all need a bath to clean up a bit," she chokes out. With that, she returns slowly majestically, into the bathroom, her broad hips swaying proudly.

Meanwhile May dons the silk slip and joins Thelma, who by now is fully immersed in the deep filled bath. The water was clear enough to see all of Thelma's surprisingly ample assets as she stretched luxuriantly.

Jim had joined them in the bathroom, all business now, "May, can you kneel on one right leg, and lean over Thelma and cup her left breast." "We can call this cornucopia; I'll use the standard light and shaving mirror to focus the beam to give us a few highlights and shadows. It'll give a bit of perspective and depth. Also, can you give Thelma nipples a bit of rub, they warm water seems to have deflated them a bit."

"I think it might produce a bigger effect if you try, Jim."

"What makes you think that May?"

"Oh, woman's instinct, I guess!"

"Let's see if Thelma has the same women's instincts, do you mind if I touch them?"

"Be, my guest, Jim!"

Jim places his Leica on a shelf, turns to Thelma and gently squeezes her nipples.

"That makes two, pairs in a day," He mutters sotto voce, May titters, but notices that her nipples are also now protruding through the silk, in sympathy with Thelma's which had recovered their turgor. Perhaps unsurprisingly, so had Jim's willy, which was prodding Thelma's mouth. She pursed her lips to catch the tip and gave it a little nip.

"Ouch! Thelma, careful I'm very sensitive, you know."

He stepped back dried his hands carefully and decided to focus on May,

"May, can you drop the chemise strap down a bit to expose your right breast. Great! I think a drop or two of water falling from that nipple might be good for reflections too. Now lean forward so that Thelma, can nip you with her lips instead of me!"

"That sounds a bit pervy, don't you think, Jim?"

"Do you mean it's ok if I do it, as I'm not related, or because I'm a bloke! Which is more pervy, or lesbian love between sisters? We know Thelma is agin' adultery, but whether, sucking my cock, or having me squeeze her nipples seems to be ok!"

"Do you think we are approaching the sidelines, Thelma?"

"I think the boundaries have expanded a bit, Jim. Why don't you put the camera down and join us?"

"I'd like to take a couple more, a little closer to the lines, if you agree?"

"Ok, but make it quick."

"May now, can you kneel and straddle Thelma's legs and lean backwards as far as you can go, as if you're doing a Limbo dance? That's great! Have you done this before? Now, Thelma, can you lean forward towards May's muff and purse your lips and slightly protrude you tongue; also put your hands under her bum to give her a bit of support"

"That's disgusting Jim, she's, my sister!"

"So would be it ok with another girl, or me?"

"Perhaps not so crazy," she muttered, but obediently follows to Jim's directions.

"Ooh, that's nice Thelma, stay with it!" May pushes her fanny into Thelma's face and shakes it from side to side!"

"If you put soap on it, it'd feel like Harry's shaving brush, it certainly would give me a good lather!"

"A few minutes more and we won't need the soap!" They both laugh loudly, and May falls backwards with great splash.

The tension is broken, "That was great, girls!" "You've done enough Jim, come in and let's relax."

"I don't think there's enough room, I'm quite a big guy."

"That's very obvious to both of us, Jim, but come and maybe you'll shrink a bit in the wash!"

Jim steps into the bath between them sits against the back wall and dangles his legs over the side. The head of his willy bobs above the waterline. Too bad you've only got one dick, for us to suck." Thelma seems quite a bit disinhibited by the gin and bath.

"Well, we could share, just this once, Thelma."

"How d'you propose that we do that? You're usually unwilling to share anything!"

"Now, now, girls, no fighting!"

"Well, we could each alternately give him a lick and the winner, gets it in the face!"

"Sounds good to me!" say both Thelma and Jim simultaneously.

"You start Thelma, but only one lick at a time, no cheating now! I want a go too!"

"Ok, perhaps we should establish firm ground rules, you can only lick along the length of his willy and not suck on the tip, as he'll come too quickly, it's very sensitive there."

"You seem to know what you're talking about, May!" May doesn't bother to deny any previous knowledge, instead replies,

"Tell me, how to suck eggs too, Thelm! But ok, you have first go!"

Thelma leans forward and licks the visible portion of the floating member. "Can you raise your hips a bit, Jim you're nearly fully submerged, it's a bit like dooking for apples at Halloween!"

"Yes, I remember we used to do that with a bucket full of apples coated with treacle, so that we could catch hold onto the skin, which was fun!"

"I think this is a bit more stimulating than that May, don't you? Maybe, you can you run along and see if there's any jam in the cupboard!"

"I doubt if he'll last that long Thelma! What do you think, Jim?

"We'll see, I've just thought of another game we can play after."

"Sounds interesting, but this one is pretty good fun! My turn, Thelm! Move your bum up a bit, Jim!" Jim obeys and now his erect cock is fully exposed, although his balls remain pendant and submerged.

May starts at the base and with small flicks of her tongue works slowly up to the tip and gives it a longer lick for luck. It has turned bright purple and the veins on the side are distended and it look ready to burst, Jim's face has turned a matching colour.

"Your turn again Thelm, careful, though, you may need to wash your hair in the shower afterwards!"

Thelma, starts off on the other side of the base, compresses her wet lips and slides them slowly upwards, the member starts to throb and shake, and bead of fluid appeared at the tip, Jim grimaced and gave a groan as a small fountain of creamy fluid explodes onto Thelma's face.

"Warned you Thelm! But you certainly know how to get the best out of your man in record time!"

Thelma is unphased by the cum on her lips, she licks it off her lips and then gives Jim, a kiss on his wet knob and squeezes his balls for luck.

Jim groans, "that was Olympic class head! Thelma, thanks, sorry I came so fast!"

"Very flattering, Jim, not sure this could be a spectator sport well suitable for inclusion at the Olympics, though!"

"I'm sure it would have a vast crowd appeal! Lots of potential there; we should try it again sometime."

"We'll see! But you said that you'd thought of another game?"

"Ah yes, we'll need my stopwatch for this. Let's see which of you comes fastest, when I suck you off? You both seem to be nearly as sensitive as me, so I wouldn't like to bet on the winner."

"I think the winner, should be the one who takes the longest, Jim!"

"I don't think either of you will last longer than two minutes in your conditions!"

"How outrageous you are Jim!"

Everyone had abandoned all constraints normal rules no longer seemed to apply. "But let's see!"

"Ok, but I think this game might be better done on dry land after we get dried. I'm getting a bit cold."

They climb out of the bath, the girls feeling as randy as pole cats on heat after their bath.

"They're only two bath towels supplied, Jim, we might have to share."

"Sure, let me help, come here May, let me pat you dry." He rubs the towel down her back and then threads it between her legs and pulls it backwards and forwards.

"Hey, slower, too rough! Do Thelma, I imagine she's more used to a bit of a pummelling down there!"

"I wish! Once a week if I'm lucky!" May and Jim, look a bit surprised.

"Doesn't seem very often, May! What do you do the rest of the time?"

"Same as you, I imagine May!" she says enigmatically.

"Never mind that, May, here's my stopwatch, press this button on the side when I say start and this one when I say stop. Thelma, can you lie back on the bed with your legs on the floor?"

She obeys and opens her legs without thinking, exposing her rosy cunt. Jim, sits on the floor between her legs and gently strokes her thighs, moving his palms gradually upwards, Thelma starts to feel her legs tremble a little, and she makes small bucking movements with her hips. Jim moves his fingers slowly up to her outer labia, and nods to May, "Start."

He then presses his lips gently to the outer labia and licks their inner edges from top to bottom, then her thin pink inner labia, which have become slippery again with moisture, then he compresses her engorged and flushed clitoris between his lips. Thelma immediately starts to jerk her hips violently and raises her legs to hold Jim's head between her thighs and pushes the back of his head hard with both hands and emits a loud groan which comes from deep in her throat.

"Stop. 52 seconds."

She gives another groan, shudders, then curls into a ball and seems to fall deeply asleep almost at once.

"I think we're done, this game's over, May, let's just lie down and take a rest. They lie in each-others' arms.

"Did you mind me doing that with Thelma?" he whispers.

"No, I think she needs a bit of excitement, don't you? Besides it wasna' really sex, you know!"

"Well, it seemed quite like it tae me!"

"No sex is when you put it in here, like you did this afternoon."

"Should we risk it, again May?"

"Yes, I can wash afterward! Please I want you inside me properly."

Jim pushed his cock deep inside, this time it slid straight to the top, and felt May contractions compressing all round his willy. He was more relaxed this time as he'd cum three times already that day. He started to thrust and withdraw, rhythmically and forcefully. May kept pace and began accelerating, she came nearly as fast as Thelma had; but Jim continued pounding.

May felt a second climax coming and started to groan, the sound coming from deep in her throat, in time with Jim's thrusts. "Oh, oh, oh. Jim was sure they'd wake Thelma, but thrust a bit harder, to see if May would groan even louder. She did, then started to scream a little as Jim came with a loud gasp.

"I think that was real sex, Jim!" "Yes, it definitely was, and I think we should get married, so that we can do this every day and night."

"Are you sure you don't want a go with Thelma, Jim?"

"She's doesn't believe in adultery."

"Quite right, Jim, I don't or at least didn't! I heard all that and probably they heard you all over the hotel! You should get married next week!"

"I think these things take a bit of time to organize Thelma. Let's talk about it tomorrow when you come round and look at the photo proofs that I'll print up this evening. I don't think I should stay much longer here in your room, do you?"

"What a gentleman you are, to be so concerned about our respectability!"

"Aye, right Thelma, see you tomorrow when we can look at the photos!"

Following day- Jim's photo studio:

Both May and Thelma had splitting headaches, and May was feeling some vaginal soreness. Neither felt like talking much at breakfast. "Just tea and toast will do fine for us," Thelma said to the waitress and May nodded in agreement.

"I can see you girls have been burning the candle at both ends," the waitress tittered. "Bloody cheek," muttered Thelma, "although she's right of course! I think a walk will do us a bit of good, it's too windy by the shore though. We can walk over the golf course to clear our heads."

"I'm not sure I can be doing with a walk Thelm, I'm a bit sore. Irritation down there"

"I'm not surprised, May! You certainly were going at it pretty hard; Jim's candle's end will probably be a bit sore too! I've got a pessary that'll sooth it in no time, it works for me."

"From what you were saying yesterday, I wouldn't have thought you'd need it very often."

"You'll find out soon enough when your married! Ok, May, do you really want to go through with this? You don't know him at all, and to put it crudely, he mightn't fit in with the family, even if he fits in with parts of you, ok."

"To be honest I hae ma' doots too, but I may be in a fix, up my lum, up the duff, or muff, so to speak and there's no one else in the offing."

"Yes, but probably you could do a bit better for yourself, May. You've very tangible social capital, as Prof Pierre Bourdieu might put it, you shouldn't sell yourself short."

"Och Thelma, you're so pretentious, we all know you took sociology 101 at Uni! So, who do you suggest I sell myself too, instead! If I'm up the duff, my social capital will be greatly diminished, it won't be a sellers' market anymore."

"Yes, that's the snag with the concept of social capital, Unlike money in the bank it's extremely volatile! Maybe wait a few weeks to see which way the wind blows?"

"That's a wee bit cynical, but it might be best to see if I like him with his clothes on as well."

"Yes, May, he certainly knows all the moves, but as you appreciate, there's more to marriage than shagging, I should know!"

"But shagging is a very important part of it, when you're young like me!"

"Yes, but a child will almost certainly change your perspective on that! I know that I feel differently and I'm only about three months pregnant."

"You seemed to be turned-on well enough last night, Thelma, are you sure there's not something missing between you and Harry? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, if you can't speak openly with your sister, who else is there?"

"How about asking Harry, Thelm, how he feels?"

"You might very well think that, May, but talking about that kind of subject with Harry is a no-go area."

"Och well, maybe if we get married and settle in Troon, you can join us for the weekend to renew your batteries, now and again?"

"Tempting, but you might feel differently after you're married."

"I might, but then again, I might not! Have you heard about open marriage? Jim seems to have a very wide acquaintanceship around here at least, and it's obvious that his seductive charm and philandering are integral to his business plan."

"Perhaps, we should talk to him about it this afternoon."

"So, you'd like to explore a three-way contract with Jim? Or his wandering eyes, hands and prick?" "How, do you think Harry would feel about that?"

"I think if approached in the right way, Harry might be quite relaxed about such an arrangement. He doesn't really enjoy sex much and seeing you and Jim coming together last night was a revelation and changed my outlook, a lot! Maybe, once I've had a kid, things might change, but I can't see Harry changing, his only real interests are work and golf! Thank goodness, at least he's a pretty good performer at both of these!"

"Well let's go and see what Jim has been cooking up in his studio; no doubt lusting on the images of our voluptuous bodies."

"Do you think he might try to use them to blackmail us?"

"No, I don't think so, Thelm. Troon's too close to home. Of course, we'll have to see that we're not identifiable in the photos. I think he's already aware of the danger of that, did you notice, that he nearly always concentrated on our tits and tails, and only took our faces, when they were turned away?"

"No, I didn't! But now you mention it, I think you're right. He's quite an astute fellow, is Jim! If people complained about his misuse of tailpieces, it could be very bad for business! Obviously if we're identified when, or if the photos appear in one of his porny art journals, it'd would be awkward for us too! We could deny it, and not many can identify me at least from the way my naked boobs or fanny looks!"

"Nor mine, Thelm! Not yet anyway, I admit I quite like showing off a bit. As they say, if you've got it flaunt it!"

"Mmm, I think you should watch your tail, all the same!"

"That reminds me of a great story I read a long time ago about an adulterous couple in Sienna, Italy, during the middle ages. They were having it off in the bloke's room, the husband had become suspicious and although he's a piss-poor performer in bed himself, didn't want it broadcast that he was being cuckolded, especially by the guy who he thought was poking his wife! He comes knocking at door and demands to see who he's shagging. The bloke refuses, but after some argy-bargy and physical threats and further discussion with the lady in bed, who is cowering under the blanket, agrees to let the jealous husband examine the woman's body providing she was allowed to keep her head entirely covered, so that he wouldn't be able to ruin her reputation by blabbing all over the town about it. When the husband sees her naked body, he is horrified to see that she has a copious amount of pubic hair! He's never seen his wife's naked body before, or for that matter any other mature naked woman before; that's how things often were in the middle-ages! He takes one look and pronounces that she definitely wasn't his wife. His wife was a proper lady,

"No wife of mine could have such a forest of coarse pubic hair!" He retreats, covered in embarrassment, but mollified. So, the adulterous couple lived to fight another day."

"An implausible story, but I get your drift, May. Let's go and look at the photos."

They amble slowly down to Jim's shop.

"I've just taken them out of the dryer, but I have to stay in the shop, why don't you go upstairs to my flat and have a look at them there, here's the keys. I'm afraid, you'll find it a bit of mess, I haven't had time to make the bed. There's tea in the cupboard and the kettle's on the stove. I'll be up later."

They take the envelope with the photo-proofs to Jim's flat; it has two bedrooms, a sitting room, surprisingly well-equipped kitchen and small bathroom with WC. Probably this had been a fairly recently added, long after the flat had been built. Most of these flats above the shops in Troon were built with outside WC's either in the yard or on stairwell landings.

It was quite respectable and very clean. They noted that there was a large unmade double bed with clean sheets, so they were mildly relieved that Jim was not living in batchelor squalor.

The picture on top of the sheaf of prints they removed from the envelope was the one of them seated close together, on the hotel bedroom couch with May's head on Thelma's shoulders, both looking very glamorous, with quite deep shadows emphasising their boobs and May's eyes. "Very nice! Thelma exclaimed. "I'll be able to show this to mum, dad and Harry ok! We can have a couple of copies for each of them, as a souvenir of our visit."

"I'm ok with that Thelma." The next two weren't quite as respectable. These were taken in the earlier session in the studio. The first showed May, facing the camera, with her blouse undone and displaying one dark areola and a glossy nipple, with a half-naked man standing with his back to the camera, squeezing her right breast and nipple in with his left hand. Her head was stretched backwards so her face was unrecognizable, she had her mouth open, a thread of saliva stretched between her front teeth and tongue, and her thick black eyebrows were standing upright in profile.

"Gosh, May, just as well I can't see your face. But very sexy. I see you've got your pants on though, thank goodness! She viewed the second photo in silence, May was no longer wearing pants, as was evident from an edge of pubic hair the rest being shielded by the rear view of the naked man standing in front and slightly to the side. His bum cleft in the foreground was diffused. Her eyes were turned upwards so that only her the whites were visible, the focus on these was so sharp that the tiny thread like network of blood vessels could be clearly seen. A high lit bead of saliva shone from corner of her open lips.

"My god May, this one gives me the hots!"

"If Dad saw this, he'd blow a fuse! But it's a great picture, something to put in your bottom drawer, or maybe not, if you really marry him!

Some the pictures in the bath looked quite classy, May's black nipples escaping from her slip and dripping with water, leaning over Thelma, whose back was turned and was leaning up very close to May's breasts. May's face was heavily in shadow, her forehead, eyes, nose, and pubes were also heavily shadowed, only her breasts and chin tip were highlighted. A side few of Thelma's left breast and back was also brightly illuminated, showing the indentations of her spine and dimples in her loins, her front was hidden from view, by the camera angle. "Very nice, no one would recognise us, May! All the same I won't show this at home either!

Jim came in at that moment, "I've closed the shop for lunch. So how d'you like the photos. "Impressive, Jim very sexy, they make me feel quite raunchy!"

"That's the whole idea Thelma, although in your case I don't think that's too difficult."

"Cheeky bugger! Jim"

"Aye, Thelma!"

May, said, "I'd like to see your equipment. I mean your photographic gear!" she pinkens. "We did a course in commercial art at college, and I learned a bit about photography too." "Why didn't you tell me that before May, but sure I'd be happy to show a fellow photographer my darkroom. I can leave you with some negatives and you can see if you can improve on my results, there's plenty of print paper to play with. I buy everything in bulk and get it off tax as a business expense. I'll take you down and show you the ropes. Perhaps Thelma would like to stay up here for a while and look at some of my past efforts in these albums?"

He leads May back to his studio, shows her the darkroom cupboard and switches, gives her the negatives of the previous day's work. "I'll go up and see what Thelma's found to look at in my drawers, if anyone comes in to book an appointment here's my work diary! Also, if anyone comes to collect their photos, all the backlogs are here in these boxes, in alphabetical order with bills pinned on. Check with the clients that they're the right photos and take the money. It goes in this cash box."

"You're very trusting Jim, what if I run off with the money."

"Och, I know where you live! Seriously, I'm sure you'll do just great!"

He returns upstairs, to see Thelma intently eyeing a photo-album that she's removed from the top shelf of the wall dresser.

"I see you're not just a tits man, Jim. There are some nice pictures of bums too.

"Aye Thelma, yours'd come out nicely too, you've a lovely arse, you know!"

"It's not an aspect I can see easily in the mirror, Jim",

Jim replied, quoting Burns, "O, wad some Power the giftie gie us

To oursels as others see us!"

"That was written when he saw a louse on a lady's hat, I believe, Jim!"

"Aye you're right, I'd forgotten you were so well educated, Thelma! But nae sae posh as not to be taking a keek at my pictures of good ripe arses and with enticing bits of swollen cunt hangin' oot frae underneath."

"Yes, I find them quite gripping!"

"Would you like me to take one or two of you like that, whilst May's playing with my other equipment?"

He takes out his Leica, and gestures that she bends over the table, whilst holding the sides. "Pull up your dress and drop your knickers to your ankles and open your legs wider." Thelma does exactly as Jim requests. "Great, now can you bend forward a bit more and stick out your bum as far as it'll go? Thanks! My goodness I think you've wet the table a bit!" "Yes, it makes me feel very sexy posing like this!" He takes a few quick snaps.

"I thought it might!" He approached and slid his hands over her flanks. She pushes into his crotch. "You mentioned before that you were a bugger, Jim!" she murmurs. "Is that true?" "Oh aye, when the occasion arises, Thelma, it's often safer than the regular way!" "And have you done it before? Is Harry a bum freak then?"

"Not with me!"

"Ah, so! Before Harry then?"

"Could be!"

"So, you know the ropes, then, I'll just get some soft soap,"

"He rubs the soap onto his willy and rubs it inside the rim of Thelma's pink anus, she squirms a little but is fully cooperative. "Maybe leave the soap here for later! Jim," she grunts.

He pushes his rigid prick through the tight ring. Thelma gives a quick intake of breath as she feels it penetrate deeply into her and her anal sphincter being stretched.

My God this feels good, like passing a humongous turd in the opposite direction! Hope he doesn't come at once, like the last time I had this done, she muses to herself, although for the life of her she couldn't remember where, when or with whom. Uni seemed a long way off.

Although Jim, doesn't enjoy this narrow path as much as the regular highway, it's still pretty exciting with such a comfy, well upholstered arse. He ploughs on, more vigorously, encountering some soft bits as he plunges deeper. He holds her hips tight and pulls her towards him forcefully. She squeezes tight. "Not so much! Thelma, your tail muscle is really very strong, it's quite sore!

"Sorry, Jim, there's not much I can do about it. Now and again my front passage also seizes up when I'm doing it with Harry, it's called vaginismus, I don't know what the name is when it's with the anus, I don't expect you do either?"

"Do you want to stop?"

"I think that might be best Jim, sorry, another time maybe, although May might object?"

"Maybe we should keep this between ourselves, Jim, it doesn't do either of us much credit, but I would like you to send me copies of the photos sometime."

"Ok next week, then, I think I should wash my willy and your backside quite thoroughly." "My god, Jim, what a clean man you are, how considerate!"

Jim cleans his semi-erect willy with a cloth soaked in disinfectant, very carefully removing all traces of solid material from the skinfolds. Then turns his attention to Thelma, whose bum cleft is in even more need of attention. I think if you don't mind, Thelma I'll get a sheet or two of bog roll for this?"

"I'm quite capable of wiping my own bum, Jim, thank you very much. Perhaps we should call it a day though, we don't want to upset May."

"Your right Thelma, we've probably done enough to be going on with. I'll go down and see what May's been up to. Can you lock up? Here's the key." He pulls up his pants, opens the window slightly to give the place a bit of fresh air and returns to the studio, where May, is in the dark room, completely absorbed and apparently oblivious of his absence.

She is removing some prints from the fixer tray when Jim seizes her round the waist and moves his hands up to clutch her breasts and presses the nape of her neck with a wet kiss. May responds, by pressing her bum into his crotch. What is it with these girls, he smiles to himself, but says aloud, "Let's see what you've been upto?" She had worked on a couple of the 35mm negatives of the bath scenes. Surprisingly good, they were too!

"You've surpassed my efforts, May!" he says admiringly. "Well done. I think you must have done a bit more photography than you pretended."

"Well, yes, my last boyfriend teaches this stuff in college," she confessed. "Oh, so not quite the virgin, you made out yesterday." She blushes,

"Well perhaps not as photo-editor but, I told you truthfully, I only let him play with my boobs, nowhere else! He's a very good and careful teacher."

"Seems so! D'you miss him?"

"I did at first, but I'm over it now, especially since meeting you, Jim!" She kisses him full on the mouth and places her hand on his crotch.

"We'd obviously make an excellent partnership! What with your secretarial and photographic skills, I could expand quite quickly."

"You're doing that now, Jim!" She smiles and gives him a tug.

"Aye that too, May, that too! But seriously, it would be really great and if we could raise a bit of capital, we could open another shop and equip it with decent new stuff. This stuff here is mainly second-hand ex W. D"

"What's W. D?"

"Excess equipment sold off by the War Department. The wastage that goes on in the forces is mind bending! You can get top of the range stuff for practically nothing if you know where to look and who to ask and I do!"

"Well, if you impress my folks, I'd imagine my Dad could give us a bit of a start. Unfortunately, he's quite unwell and is looking to get me settled, Mum too."

"Well perhaps I could meet up with them soon?"

"So that's how it all began about twenty years ago, Louise. Sadly, both your grandparents died shortly after May and I got married, which was about a couple of months after we'd met. May's mother was a bit upset by the haste of it all but was reconciled after realizing that May as well as Thelma was expecting! But as you probably know, after we were married in the Registry Office in Glasgow Aunt May had a serious miscarriage a couple of months later. She hasn't been able to conceive since. They say because of blocked fallopian tubes as a consequence of the miscarriage.

"What a shame, Jim! Can nothing be done?

"She's had a couple of tubal wash outs, insufflations, they're called, but they haven't worked. Your family don't seem to be very fertile. Your mother only had you!

We moved in here shortly after that when your grandparents died and left us a bequest in their will. It allowed us to buy this house and for me to expand the business so that I had enough income to support the house and the two studios. I could have expanded a bit more, but I prefer to spend my time on art photography, like now."

"And Aunty May doesn't mind?"

"My art photography? Nay, I think I've told you already, she's a very good photo-editor, and she does a lot of photo finishing for me, primping them up for exhibitions and she enjoys it. Also, we both have an easy-going kind of relationship with other people."

"Aunt May as well as you, Jim?"

"Yes, possibly more so, I think, since she's unable to conceive."

"And what about Mum?"

"Oh, as you know, she comes down here for weekends now again, whilst Harry goes off on his golfing breaks with his friends and we get it together. Your dad, doesn't realize that anything much is going on."

"Mmm I wouldn't be too sure of that Jim, Dad's no fool, you know! But I think maybe he puts up with it, as there's isn't much harm in a bit of adultery and incest, between close relatives, and it keeps Mum happy."

"Do you know this for a fact Louise, or are you just speculating?"

"Well, I've a feeling he may have come across some of the pictures you took, awhile ago." "You mean the ones of her bum and fanny? How would he know it was her? Her head wasn't visible in the photograph!"

"He's very good with numbers, and he can certainly put 2 and 2 together!"

"Mmm, perhaps we should fess up to your dad. It might clear the air a bit. What do you think, Louise?"

"I think you should let sleeping dogs lie, Jim, everyone knows what you're like and pretends that they, themselves, live on a much higher plain of morality! Mum included!"

"You're certainly right about that one, Louise, very astute of you."

"I've been living with her all my life, I'm well aware that what she says and does are entirely different, but she's good at deceiving most people, herself included, I think."

"Oh, I doubt that Louise, I think she comes down here for a good fuck!"

"So, you do it with Aunt May's permission?"

"Oh yes, we often all do it together in the same bed, as you know we have a king-sized bed. If you like you could join May and me this evening, we could have fun together?"

"I don't think I should get involved in this family circle, do you, Jim?"

"Please yourself, Louise! I won't force you. You know that!"

"Yes, maybe I'll take a rain-check on that game."

"Ah here's May, she'll want to see the photos. I'll process them this evening. Your mum will be anxious to see how you're developing too!"