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 The Line of Magdalene

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
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testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.

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   --------------------------MF Mf MFFf FF spanking

   Book One - Chrysalis Music

   Chapter Five

   When we got home, Lin swept Naomi away to her bedroom, without making
any attempt to disguise her intention of interrogating the younger girl.

   Kathryn was putting the finishing touches on lunch.  I had missed Yana's
departure, but she had left email, yahoo messenger name, and cell phone
number.  I was gratified that she wanted to stay in touch.

   Kathryn grilled me on the night's events, seeming pleased with my
description.  She was as puzzled as I was about the absense of men and the
portrait of the extended family of women.

   "Rachel said the she would explain it all?" she asked.

   "Well, there was mention of a dinner invitation, and 'very long story.'
She implied that would be an explanation."

   "You're right, and I don't think we should pester Naomi about it."
Kathryn added.  "It sounded like the like the Sutter Stud Service might
have more request requests coming in, hummm?"

   I blushed.  "It doesn't bother you?"

   "No.  I kinda like it!  As long as you can still service this ole mare!"
she joked.

   "Kathryn!  Such language!  You're not old!  and yes, you'll always be
The One for me." I said.  She saw the worried look in my eyes, and drew me
into a hug.

   "Don't worry, darling." she whispered in my ear.  Besides, my horizons
have broadened at the same time.  Come on , let's go get the girls for
lunch."

   We found Lin's door open and the girls were sitting cross legged on the
bed facing each other.  They appeared to be sucking each other's fingers.
We entered the room and in response to my puzzled look, Naomi said, "Lin's
teaching me to give head."

   I stared at them and Lin explained, "I suck her fingers and she imitates
my tongue action on my fingers.  She learns quickly!" she grinned as she
said it.  Kathryn and I laughed and Naomi went beet red.

   "Okay girls lunch time!" Kathryn said, and then !ooking at Naomi she
chuckled, "You can demonstrate your skills after lunch."

   It was hard to believe, but Naomi turned a brighter shade of red.  She
jumped off the bed and bounded out of the bedrooms and we followed her
toward the kitchen.

   Lunch had nicely set on the table, but the girls ate quickly.  They were
obviously intent on the "dessert" the Kathryn had promised.

   I finished lunch last and got up to excuse myself, mumbling about
processing yesterday's photos.  Lin shrieked with laughter and protested
that they had plans that included me.  I was led by the hand into the
master bedroom and three sets of hands began to undress me.

   Lin was particularly enthusiastic.  To my surprise, Kathryn didn't hold
back, but got caught up in the "fun." Inefficient as their efforts were,
they quickly stripped me nude.  They pushed me down on the bed and Lin and
Naomi pretended too hold me down.

   Kathryn then undressed slowly.  As her bra came off, Lin let out a long
catcall whistle.  In response, Kathryn cupped her full breasts in her hands
and jiggled them at us.  She turned and wiggled her ass at us as she pulled
off her panties.  I was erect by this time and Lin commented on how hard
Kathryn could still get me after 25 years.

   Lin jumped up to undress, and Kathryn too her place beside me.  Lin
wiggled and shimmied her way out of her clothes, and was rewarded with
whistles and applause from the other girls.  When Naomi's turn came, I was
surprised that she only pretended to be shy about it.  She took her time
about stripping, giving lots of flashes and peeks, but managing to get
fully undressed without fully exposing her breasts or pussy.  She had us
all going wild, as she stood there with legs crossed and arms covering her
breasts.  When she finally lowered her arms, uncrossed her legs and
curtsied to her adoring fans, she blushed.

   Lin was having a hard time restraining herself and obviously wanted get
her hands on the younger woman.  Kathryn was more successful at appearing
to be in control and reminded Lin that this was to be a blowjob lesson. 
Knowing Naomi a little more intimately, I could see subtle signs of relief
in her eyes.  I suspected that she might not be as enthusiastically
bi-sexual as Lin was.

   I was given a stack of pillows and asked to sit up against the wall at
the head of the big king bed.  With my legs spread, Naomi was directed to a
kneeling position between my knees.  Lin and Kathryn knelt on either side.
It was too overwhelming to have three beautiful women kneeling around me,
all focused on my cock.  The best way to describe it was that I wilted.

   Naomi was not discouraged by my lack of arousal.  She seemed supremely
confident she could get me up again.  Kathryn, playing teacher, said that
it was a great chance to practice getting a guy hard from "scratch."

   "Guys love having their cocks sucked for a several reasons.  First, it
feels great.  Second, if its done right, it can look sexy as hell, and we
all know guys are visual about sex.  A good blowjob appeals to that
pornographic need guys have.  Third, your guy loves to know that there is
nothing else on your mind - only him, and when you have his cock in your
mouth, you're pretty much focused on him.  And finally from my viewpoint,
when you are giving him a blowjob, you're in control.  You pretty much have
him by the balls!"

   Naomi shrieked with laughter, and Lin broke in quietly.  "To me there's
no sense of control." she murmured.  We stopped Laughed and looked at her.
"It's totally devotion.  Complete focus on giving him pleasure. 
Worshipping..." She trailed off.  The other women stared at her for a
moment and then Kathryn hugged her whispering something in her ear.  Lin
smiled and looked up at me.

   Kathryn continued.  "So learn to make it feel good, look sexy while you
do it, and let him know you're only thinking about him.  Then you'll give
him the blow job of his life.  If you really do it well, you'll pleasure
yourself too!  I frequently have little orgasms while giving him head and I
always get wet and ready to make love.  Another secret, Harrison always
cums faster the first time.  So if you want a really long fucking, a great
blowjob is a good place to start!"

   The girls listened to the lecture with a mix of interest and amusement.
Kathryn was enjoying the teacher role.  I was actually interested, as I had
never heard the topic discussed that way before.

   Kathryn then gave a mini-anatomy lesson, starting with the cock head,
working down to the balls and anus.  Throughout this attention, I remained
intellectually interested, but limp.

   "Now, I was impressed with the finger sucking idea that you two came up
with for teaching." Lin blushed at Kathryn's commendation, so I was pretty
sure it was her idea.  Most likely something she came up with just to
intimate contact with Naomi.

   "Let's do an experiment!" Kathryn went on.  "I want to see if the finger
idea works.  I'll take one of Naomi's hands and she'll take Harrison's
cock. Let's see..." She stopped and looked at Lin whose face was in an
exaggerated pout at being left out.  "okay, We'll all get involved and make
a game of it!  I'll take Lin's hand.  She'll take Naomi's and Naomi will
still have the cock.  How does that sound?" she suggested.

   Everyone seemed happy with the compromise game, but I had another idea.
"Let's make it harder.  You all have to wear blindfolds.  I will watch the
first Kathryn and feel what the Naomi does.  We'll see if the tongue action
is passed on down the line.  Like that old game where you whisper a message
down the line." They all laughed and agreed willingly.  Kathryn quickly
found three silk scarves and the girls were in their positions and 'in the
dark.'

   I made sure that each girl had the other girl's left hand in her mouth.
That left each girl's right hand free to stroke the other's hand and for
Naomi to stroke and suck my cock.  It was fun to watch Kathryn lick Lin's
hand from the wrist to finger tip, then see Lin pass it on, and then Naomi
lick me from my balls to the head off my hardening cock.  Kathryn repeated
this a number of time and the message was successfully relayed.  She then
took Lin's fingertips in her lips and swirled her tongue around them.  I
was a little amazed too see Lin obviously getting aroused and accurately
passing the message on.  This continued with a very accurate ability on the
trio's part.  I gave them feedback and encouragement for as long as I
could, before I called a stop to the game.

   "Okay!  Enough!  Much more and I'll cum!"

   The two older women stopped abruptly, though the exercise had obviously
been arousing for them.  The took off their blindfolds and saw that Naomi
wasn't stopped.

   "That really works!  Look at her go!" Lin said.  "Slow down girl!  Let's
drag this lesson out!"

   "Cock sucking can be an end in itself, it can be foreplay, it can be
variation in making love, or it can end the love making." Kathryn said,
assuming the teacher's role again.

   "Ooohh!" Lin said, "I like all of the above.  I like to taste myself or
Kathryn on his cock too!"

   "Hmmm?" Naomi murmured finally letting my cock go free.  "You mean like
cleaning him after?"

   "That too!  but I meant like alternating between pussy and mouth." Lin
explained.

   "I think I'd love that," Naomi said, "but I'm too sore down there right
now."

   "He could slip in me, and then you could taste me on his cock." Lin
eagerly suggested, putting a hand on the girl's thigh.  Naomi smiled but
drew back slightly.

   Kathryn smiled and returned us to the lesson.  "Keeping eye contact is a
great way to let your lover know he's Number One when your giving head. 
Try licking him and don't break eye contact."

   They were so intent on the lesson that the didn't pay attention to how
close to the edge I was.  I couldn't take my eyes off of Naomi's hypnotic
green eyes.  I could feel the cum building up, but it couldn't escape,
because she of the tight hold she had at the base of my cock.  I was so far
into this delayed orgasm that I could only moan.  The shaft grew longer and
thicker and the head swelled.  The older women were encouraging her and she
was totally absorbed.  The head of my cock was just within her lips when
she released her hand at the base.  The back pressure was released and a
wad of cum shot into her mouth.  The surprise on her face was
indescribable. My cock slipped out from her lips and another spurt hit Lin
on the face.  She laughed and Naomi got control of the situation once again
with my cock in her mouth as the last spurts dripped out around her lips.

   "You don't have to swallow, dear." Kathryn said, but Naomi already had.
Her face broke out in a grin.  She leaned to Lin, stuck out her tongue and
licked the line of cum off her cheek and lips.

   "That was MY first cum shot and I'm not sharing!" she laughed.

   "You liked it?" I asked.

   "Mmmmm...  good!  got any more where that came from?" she joked.  I
laughed and curled up on the bed.  The girls sat there and talked while I
dozed off.

   When I awoke, Naomi and I were alone in bed, my cock was hard and she
was licking it.  This time she used all her new found skills to bring me to
orgasm quickly.  When I was on the edge, I could feel the load building,
and she quickly scrambled to mount me.  My cock wasn't in her for more than
three strokes and I was shooting cum up her tight pussy.  When I has
stopped cumming she lay still on top of me, with my softening cock still in
her.

   "I thought you were sore."

   "I am, but I love the feeling of you cumming inside me."

   Just then, Kathryn came in and sat on the edge of the bed.  she kissed
us both.  "I'm sorry if the lesson got a little carried away." she said. 
"I hope Lin didn't overdo it, Naomi.  She can't help her attraction to you.
I talked to her about it.  She thought you were bi-sexual too.  She
desperately wanted you to be.  She understands, though."

   Naomi smiled.  "I don't know if I am or not.  I loved when you kissed me
and touched me, Mrs.  S.  I may grow too want Lin too." With that, she drew
Kathryn close and kissed her tenderly.  Kathryn responded.  I lay there. 
My softening cock still in the sixteen year old that was kissing my wife.
It was unreal.

   We heard footsteps and they broke off their kiss just before Lin opened
the door.

   "Rachel's here to pick-up Naomi." She grinned at the young girl lying on
me.  Naomi climbed off, and ambled toward the bathroom.  Kathryn went out
to greet Rachel, and Lin climbed onto the bed and began her favorite chore
of cleaning me.  Naomi stopped at the door, turned and asked, "Do I taste
good on him?" Lin just smiled and licked her lips.

   When Lin had finished, I dressed quickly, leaving her somewhat
disappointed, and went to the living room.

   "How are Mrs.  Donaldson and her baby doing?" I asked as I entered the
room.

   Kathryn had started a pot of tea, so we sat and chatted while Naomi
showered.  Rachel was wearing a suit that fit her figure perfectly.  The
collar of her white blouse was outside the suit and the top buttons were
undone, so the blouse covered the lapels of the suit and revealed an
intriguing glimpse of cleavage.  I tried not to stare.

   "You dress beautifully." I said.  "Some day I would like to do some
professional portraits of you."

   "I'd like that." she said.  "Could I persuade you to take some of my
patients too?  It would be wonderful to have some portraits of expectant
mothers and new families."

   "That would be fantastic for my portfolio!" I was excited!  The
opportunity for some good portrait opportunities, and without any sex
interfering.  I didn't think that I could take on anymore sex partners
right now!

   "Great!  I am so pleased." Rachel said.  "I am busy with clinic hours
and possibly a delivery tomorrow, but I'll contact some of my more
photogenic patients and ask if they would be willing to sit for the
portraits.  Can I call you on Tuesday or Wednesday to set something up."

   After Naomi and her mother had left, things quieted down.  Lin had a
paper to work on for grad school.  Since I didn't even understand the title
of the paper, I agreed with Kathryn that leaving her alone to work was the
best help we could offer.  Kathryn wanted to call our daughters and plan a
trip to visit them at college, before they disappeared on Spring Break.  So
I was left with time to spend on reviewing and processing the photos from
the shoot with Rachel and Lin on Saturday.

   There were several shots that we could use on the web site "as is," and
several more that would require some artful cropping or other artifices to
make them PG enough for the web.  I was determined that my site not even
give a hint of R rated material, let alone pornography.

   Rachel called on the next Tuesday and asked if we could set up more than
one shoot over the next few weeks.  I said that I would be pleased to set
up as many shoots as she wanted.  We agreed that I would come to her office
on Friday for the first shoot, her professional portrait, and to meet one
of her obstetrical patients that was interested in an expectant mother
shoot.  She was concerned about my fee and I had to spend a good deal of
time reassuring her that it was my pleasure.  I explained the TFCD concept
to her.  I convinced her too tell her selected patients that she had made a
time limited arrangement with me to take portraits on a TFCD basis.  The
patient would get a CD of all the images, and in return would sign a
release to allow Rachel to display selected portraits in her office and to
allow me to display the on my web site.

   That week Kathryn, Lin and I all seemed to be more relaxed about our sex
lives.  We consistently slept together, with a pair of us usually having
sex while the third slept or only participated peripherally.  It was a
comfortable and happy arrangement, with everyone getting all the sex they
wanted.

   Occasionally things happened outside the bedroom.  On Wednesday, Lin had
been sitting in front of her laptop all day.  Kathryn noted she was tired,
and Lin complained that she was stuck on a school project.  She didn't feel
she was being productive.  I decided a little diversion was in order. 
Knowing how much I loved her blowjobs,and she loved giving them, the
diversion that I had planned seemed obvious.  I entered the study and told
Lin that I needed her service immediately.  She looked confused for a
moment and then sat up straighter.

   "Yes, Sir?" she asked.

   I ordered her to fetch pillows from her bed.  When she returned with two
fluffy pillows in her arms, I indicated the floor in front of me and she
placed the pillows there.  I instructed her strip and to kneel on the
pillows.  Watching her hurry to obey gave me great pleasure in itself. 
Then there was the obvious male pleasure in watching a woman undress, but
on top of that there was something uniquely special about giving the
commands and the eagerly submissive response of this beautiful creature. 
When she had complied with my order, I admired the petite, beautiful young
woman kneeling in front of me.  Looking closely, I noticed tears welling up
in her eyes.

   "What brings the tears, pet?"

   "Why?  " She started to struggle with her composure.  I could literally
she her effort to restrain the tears and uickly rebuild her inner strength,
so I waited.  She started again, "When I was between 13 and 16 years old,
my foster dad used to make me fetch pillows from my bed to put over his
lap, while he sat in a straight backed chair in my bedroom.  Just liked you
are now.  Then he would spank me.  You orders brought that all flooding
back." She blushed all over and and was silent with her turmoil.

   I thought odd to spank a girl between those ages.

   "Did he spank you in the nude?"

   "Oh my god!  No!" She responded.  "He was too straight for that.  At
most he would lift my skirt and spank my panties.  It was always for
something I did or didn't do that annoyed his wife."

   "Did he hurt you?"

   "Well the spankings hurt, but I always cried because I felt evil."

   "Evil?  How could you be evil?  I wouldn't ever think that a girl
annoying her foster mother could ever be called 'evil.' What had you done?"

   "The things I did to deserve punishment were minor.  I felt evil because
of the effect the spankings had on me.  The Moores were very rigid, devout
people.  They believed that sex outside marriage was a sin and even
thinking about sex at my age was a terrible sin.  Yet whenever Mr.  Moore
spanked me, I could only think about how much I wanted him to touch me
where it felt good.  I got wet and imagined him doing it to me - fucking me
- while he was spanking me.  That's why I cried, I couldn't help myself."
It spilled out of her.

   "Sweet Lin...  My pet..." I murmured softly and reassuringly as I pulled
her closed to rest her head on my lap.  I stroked her hair as the sobbing
subsided.  When she had calmed, I asked, "You've progressed from time in
your childhood.  You love sex!  All that other stuff is behind you."

   "Intellectually, I know that...  But some how I can't help it.  I can't
explain how guilty I felt and yet how I aroused I was and how much I want
him to do things to me."

   I continued to stroke her hair and we sat there quietly.  Eventually she
stirred.  "Would you do it for me?" she whispered.  "Is that too wierd."

   "No, darling, its not too wierd." I responded, and she stood up.

   I looked at her a moment and motioned for her lie face down over my lap
in spanking position.  I fondled her ass and she started to cry again.

   "Don't hold back." she said through her sobbing.  "Make it a real
spanking."

   "Did Mrs.  Moore watch you get spanked?"

   "Yes, she was the one that usually told on me and made him spank me.  I
think she liked to watch me cry." I thought for a second.

   "Kathryn, could you please come?" I called.

   When Kathryn appeared in the doorway a moment later, Lin was still
sobbing.

   "You are going to spank her?  Why?"

   "She needs to be spanked.  Please watch," was all I offered in response.

   I lightly massaged her ass cheeks and then began spanking, each one
increasing in force and Lin's crying turned to wails.  The whole thing was
arousing me in a strange way.  After fifteen swats, I stopped and rubbed
her ass.  It was pink all over.  I used my hand to spread her legs and gain
access to her private parts.  They were soaked.  I slid one hand under to
finger her and rub her clit and with the other hand I approached her pussy
hole from the back.  Soon she was bucking in orgasm as I finger fucked her.
When she passed the peak, I directed her, still panting, to knee on the
pillows again.  I undressed and sat down again.  My cock hard and swollen,
I rubbed a few strokes and looked at her.  She bowed her head, still
heaving for breath.

   "Come bring your pillows and kneel here, gorgeous pet." I said,
indicating the spot between my knees.  She moved quickly and didn't need
any more directions.  She started kissing quickly my calves and up past my
knees to my thighs.  Kathryn was still standing in the doorway, watching
the performance.  When Lin reached my balls she began what turned into a
long, luxurious blowjob.  She followed Kathryn's instruction of the other
day.  She made eye contact and her eyes sparkled against the tear streaked
face.  It made my ego swell as much as my cock.  When the cum exploded from
my cock, she was pleased that she managed to catch every drop in her mouth.
She look quite satisfied, and happily smacked her lips.

   We went straight to bed and Kathryn joined us eagerly.  I slept well
though I was aware that they were active for quite a while.

   The next morning Lin bounded out of bed, fixed breakfast for us all and
attacked her paper with renewed vigor.  Clearly the little distraction the
evening before had been cathartic for her.  Later in the morning, when I
was finishing up processing Yana's photos and burning them to CD, Lin came
into the study.

   "Thanks for yesterday evening.  I needed that." She said.  "I think I'll
always cry when I'm spanked, but one thing has changed.  If you don't mind,
I will be asking for a spanking every once in a while.  Even better, would
you mind just dragging me over your knee every so often?  It may be odd,
but I loved it!"

   "I will admit that I liked it too.  You need to tell me if there other
things that you'd like to explore.  I am open to pretty much anything that
makes you happy, Lin." I replied.

   She smiled and said, "Sir, I don't think that Mrs.  Sutter wasn't too
thrilled about watching you spank me, and I know she doesn't want to spank
me herself, though I'd love her to at least swat my ass every once in a
while..."

   "I'll talk to Kathryn about it.  I don't think she'll mind if we leave
her out of it.  And what's with the 'Sir,' and 'Mrs.  Sutter' stuff?"

   "I don't know...  I just like the sound...  feel of it.  It feels right.
Do you mind?" She inquired.

   "No, I don't mind.  If you are calling me 'Sir,' Do you mind me calling
you 'pet'?"

   "No!  I like it, Sir.  It sounds like you love and care foe me."

   I smiled.  She kissed me and returned to her room to dress for class.

   When Friday rolled around, I loaded up my equipment on a rolling cart
and went downtown to Rachel's office.  She was in a nicely restored
townhouse near the university hospital.

   The sign out front simply said, "Dr.  R.  Magdalene," so she was in a
single practice, probably associated with the university hospital.  The
interior was elegant but simple.  It didn't have the sterile hospital feel
to it, nor did it feel like a law office.  It was more like a really nice
home.  The front of the house was a small living room that served as a
waiting room.  An attractive, very young receptionist sat at a small
antique desk.  She looked more like a concierge at a hotel than a Doctor's
receptionist.

   "Mr.  Sutter, good afternoon.  My name is Nicole.  Dr.  Magdalene will
see you shortly.  You may put you equipment in the first exam room on the
right." she indicated towards the hall.  "May I offer you something to
drink?  Coffee, tea, a soft drink?"

   "Water would be nice..."

   The patient room she indicated was decorated like the rest of the clinic
and appeared to be another small living room, even the exam table was made
to look like it fit in.

   I returned to the waiting room to sit.  Nicole had Perrier and a glass
with ice on a small tray.  I sat, filled my class and had only half
finished it when Rachel emerged from the other exam room accompanied by a
young Latina.  She had a beautiful face and long glossy black hair.  She
was well dressed, and very pregnant.

   "Mr.  Sutter," Rachel greeted me.  "Thank you for coming.  This is Myrna
Ramirez, she eager to be your first subject!  Do you have the model release
papers that you mentioned?"

   "I do, perhaps Nicole and Myrna could complete them while I set up. 
Where should I set up?"

   "Will the exam room be okay?  I have a last patient coming today.  If
you get started before she arrives, I'll stay with you.  After she arrives,
my niece will stay with you."

   "Nicole is your niece?" I asked.  She nodded.  "I thought that I noticed
a family resemblance."

   I set up one strobe, a small reflector, and a small hair light with a
barn door on it.  I was set up quickly, but when I retuned to the waiting
room, only Myrna and Nicole were there, as the other patient had arrived.

   Back in the exam room, I had Myrna stand beside a cushioned, straight
back leather chair.  I tested the strobes, and once I had it set to my
satisfaction, I asked Myrna to be seated.  The challenge with a seated and
dressed pregnant woman, is that she may just look fat.  I had her sit on
the edge of the chair with her body in profile to the camera and her back
slightly arched.  She had a beautiful smile and a classic Mayan face.  We
followed with a couple more of her standing beside the chair, with her
hands placed on the small of her back and elbows swung back.  I knew we had
a handful of good shots when we wrapped up.  I showed her the images on
Nicole's computer and when Rachel saw them, she was pleased too.  She
offered to have one printed and framed for Myrna, who was thrilled.

   At Rachel's request and with Nicole's help, I set my lights up in her
office.  While Rachel was finishing some paper work and primping for her
portrait, I asked Nicole to pose.  My intent was to get the lights set
correctly for Rachel, but didn't mention that because Nicole was so pleased
to be asked.

   "Naomi, thinks you're pretty awesome!" She said out of the blue.  "She's
lucky to have found you."

   "She's easy to photograph." I responded.  "Any photographer would do
well with her.  I was the lucky one - to find her."

   "Yes, I guess you did get lucky...  but I wasn't talking about the
photography..." she grinned.

   "Huh??" I blushed.

   "Naomi and I are cousins and good friends.  She's an amazing woman, and
I am glad she found you." She smiled sincerely.  From the look in her eyes,
I understood that she knew everything.  I blushed even deeper.

   I hid behind my camera lens, as Kathryn often says I do, and began my
test shots.  Nicole was comfortable on her side of the lens and I quickly
relaxed.  She fetched her purse from a cabinet and sat down again, fiddled
with the mirror on a makeup compact and touched up her hair with a brush.
Her brown hair was cut short in an attractive style.  She but her purse
away, turned to face me, and I started shooting.  I also didn't stop when
she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her crisp, pink cotton blouse.  She
straightened the front of her blouse and made sure her bra showed clearly.
She was small chested, but was one of those cleavage enhancing bras and it
was working quite well in my opinion.

   "A girl had to work with what she has." Nicole smirked.

   At that moment, Rachel re-entered her office.  "Warming up the
photographer, dear?" Her voice rang with laughter.  She stood back and
indicated that was should finish up.  I took a couple more shots and
figured we were done, but Nicole stood and an put her hands on the arm of
the easy chair, leaning over, giving me a clear view down her blouse to her
tummy.  I snapped off a couple of shots and stepped to the side to take a
couple more.  She cocked her head my way and smiled seductively.  I could
clearly see the full cup of one side of her bra hugging a small, firm
breast.  I snapped off a couple more.

   "You do bring something out of your female subjects, Harrison." Rachel
commented.  I blushed, but she continued.  "Myrna is a very shy, culturally
conservative person and yet she glowed for you and was thrilled with the
results.  She had been quite reluctant.  Nicole doesn't usually go baring
her chest, and yet I have a feeling she'd strip nude, if I left you two
alone any longer!"

   "Auntie R!" Nicole protested.

   "Oh, please, correct me if I am wrong!" Rachel chided.

   "Well, Naomi did!" Nicole countered.

   Rachel chuckled and looked at me.  "See what I mean?  " and then back to
Nicole, "You'll have to talk to Naomi about that.  I think she may have an
opinion about sharing her photographer with her pretty cousin."

   I confess that I was puzzled.  Clearly Nicole knew a lot about Naomi's
photo shoots and I suspected that she knew we'd had sex.  Rachel seemed to
think that meant that I belonged to Naomi, or at least that Naomi had say
over my relationships within her family.

   Nicole smiled and acquiesced to her aunt.  "Your turn!" she said,"
gesturing to the chair.  She passed unnecessarily close to me as she headed
for the door.  She was still buttoning her blouse as she walked slowly.  I
caught a whiff of the floral scent of Jessica McClintock, the same perfume
that Naomi habitually wore.  She winked at me discreetly and closed the
door behind herself.

   "What now?" Rachel asked.

   "I think you look fabulous!  But, do you normally wear on of the white
'doctor jackets' in the office?"

   "No," replied.  "I put on a lab coat when I am examining a patient.  I
like to make the office experience comfortable and very personal for my
patients."

   "I can tell!  Your office is unusual for a doctor.  We can do several
portraits for different purposes.  What would you like to portray?"

   "Me.  Quite simply, I just was hoping to portray me.  The only portrait
of me hanging in this office is the one you took on Saturday."

   "Saturday?" I said confused.  I did remember any the didn't involve
nudity.  "Which one?  Where is it?"

   "Behind you, on the wall."

   I turned and saw the first picture I had taken that day.  Naomi was
seated with her mother standing behind her.  Naomi's nipple wasn't air
brushed out, it was quite visible, peeking out from strands of her hair. 
Rachel knew instinctively what I was thinking.

   "Lots of my patients have complemented me on it.  None have commented on
the nipple, though several have asked for my photographer's contact
information.  I hope you don't mind.  Naomi gave me a stack of your cards."

   I was flustered and smiled to cover.  The Magdalene's were a puzzle.  I
needed to get back on track.  I took a moment and just looked at the
picture.  I heard Rachel step away, a closet door open and a rustle of
clothing.  I took a breath and turned, fully expecting to see Rachel nude
or at least undressing.  I was relieved to see that she had just taken off
her suit coat and put on a lab jacket.  She smiled.

   "I thought that one with that 'doctor-look' would be most appropriate."
She said.

   "We can work with that!" I said.  I asked her to lean or half-sit on the
corner of her desk.  I handed her a prescription pad and her Monte Blanc
and asked her to imagine she was explaining a prescription to a patient. 
She took right to it and launched into her role, actually how the cream she
was prescribing would allow the patient's husband pleasurable penetration
and eliminate her patient's discomfort.  She explained reassuringly that
she should be able to enjoy sex even more after menopause...  I snapped
away and she continued in a professional but almost loving way.  The shots
were great.  We moved on to shots in her suit, and a couple on the chilly
air in the small back yard of the town house.

   The shoot ended and I asked if I could leave my equipment there for the
weekend since I would be shooting the following week.  She agreed and I
departed, but not before getting another one of those very friendly kisses
that leaves you wanting more.  When I got home, Kathryn was interested to
hear about Nicole.  We were growing more and more curious about the
apparently all female clan.

   Monday, I was at Rachel's office at the appointed hour and found four
pregnant women in the waiting room.  They appeared to range in age from 20
to 40 years, and all seemed to be in their last trimester.  They were well
dressed, and attractive.  Nicole began the introductions, but was
interrupted by the phone.  One black woman had the distinctive hair and
beauty common among the women of the Horn of Africa.  My suspicion that she
was Ethiopian was confirmed when I heard her accent and she was introduced
as Alem.  When I exchanged greetings with her in her native language,
Amharic, she dropped her stoic, aloof expression and bestowed a brilliant
smile on me.  She was eager to learn of my visits to her homeland, but just
then Rachel appeared from her office.

   "Harrison!  You've met this morning's models." She said.  "Let's take a
moment and talk about the photographs that you will be taking."

   "First let me share the shots from yesterday." I added.  "Then we can
discuss what each of our fabulously gorgeous models would like for their
portrait."

   There were murmurs of appreciation when I passed around my portfolio
with Myrna and Rachel's portraits.  The way they talked among themselves,
it was clear that they knew each other well.  Rachel noticed my growing
understanding and clarified that the four women were a single mother's
Lamaz support group that Rachel sponsored at her clinic.

   "Well, if you are all part of a Lamaz group, why don't we do a group
picture?" I asked.

   They agreed.  We posed them in the lounge sitting together.  I then had
Alem standing with the other women seated around her with their hands on
her large pregnant belly, and looking up at her.  We crowded into the
examining room, and took portraits of them one by one against a backdrop.
The first model was Cindy, a petite 19 year old blonde.  She was wearing a
billowing maternity dress that hid her form and I was frustrated trying to
get a shot that satisfied me.  Alem suggested that Cindy pull the dress
close around her, which succeeded in showing her form more, but made the
dress look absurd.

   "Oh just lose the dress, honey!" said Mary,the oldest mother-to-be. 
"You have the body for it!"

   Cindy looked at Rachel, who smiled and nodded.  Hesitantly, Cindy
removed her dress, panties and bra.  Her belly was huge, and her navel
distended.  The areola surrounding the swollen nipples on her full breasts
were large and dark.  I took some interesting shots of Cindy backlit in
siloette, and a couple more of her with her arms extended down and hands
supporting her belly.  When I was wrapping up with Cindy, I turned too ask
for the next model, and was startled to see that all the women had
undressed and clearly wanted to follow Cindy's example.

   Alem stepped forward before Cindy stepped down.

   "May Cindy and I pose together, please?" She asked politely.  "We're
Lamaz partners."

   How could I object?  And how did I find myself in these situations? 
Four nude pregnant women and there doctor.  Rachel understood my moment of
confusion and smiled supportively, so I proceeded.  The pair looked at me
expectantly for direction.  Hesitantly I snapped one of them side by side,
but quickly realized that it was a boring pose.  I noticed that the had
both shave there pubic areas completely bare.  Furtive glances let me know
all the women had shaved similarly.  Something was odd about that, but I
returned my attention to Alem and Cindy.  They were of similar stature and
physique, though Cindy appeared to be a few weeks farther along than Alem.

   I posed Cindy behind Alem with her arms around the darked woman's waist
and hands caressing the sides of her belly, while Alem crossed her arms and
covered her breasts with her own hands.  They looked straight and wide-eyed
directly into the lens.  The contrast of their skin tones was beautiful.  I
took several shots from slightly different angles.  annd then moved them
through a variety of poses.

   The final two women posed individually.  I was pleased to be able to get
through a successful and productive photo shoot involving nudes and no sex.
When the last portrait was done, we reviewed the portraits together on the
computer in the exam room.  Again I had the odd feeling of being surrounded
four nude and pregnant women.  Rachel graciously informed them that she was
covering the cost of prints and each woman selected a couple of shots to
have printed.  We discussed tasteful cropping in some cases, and decided on
the shots that the women would agree to have displayed in Rachel's clinic.

   As I was packing my equipment, they came by one by one to give me a hug,
a kiss and a murmur of thanks.  While Cindy was hugging me, Alem joined
her. For a brief, even erotic moment, I was embraced by two beautiful and
very pregnant women.  Nicole entered with Perrier for me and herbal teas
for Rachel and the two remaining women.

   We sat in straight back chairs, around the small coffee table.  I
learned that since this Lamaz group was always all women, that long ago the
exercises had been conducted in privacy and in the nude.  The membership in
the group always changed, with new women joining and women leaving as they
delivered babies.  At one point I noticed the diffficulty and awkward
posture that Cindy demonstrated when she picked up her fallen napkin.  The
difficulty of being pregnant, of having that huge lump there.  It struck me
that there must certainly be things that a pregnant wooman could not do for
themselves, such as shaving there own public area, yet they were all
shaved. From the general information that they had shared, I came to
understand that they were more than a Lamaz group, but a general support
group for the single mothers-to-be.

   I watched them dress, helping each other as necessary.  Rachel gave them
each one of my cards, raved about my wonderful wife and my studio.  They
seemed excited and happy, as they left.

   "You have a talent, Mr.  Sutter, for getting women out of their clothes,
and making them trust you.  Alem, of all the women, gives her trust
reluctantly, especially with men.  What was your trick with her?" Rachel
inquired.

   "No trick.  Just luck, I guess.  I suspected from her appearance that
she might be Ethiopian, and her name confirmed it.  So I greeted her in
Amharic." I explained.

   "Amharic?"

   "It's one of the major languages in that part of Africa.  The Ethiopian
women are reknown for their beauty and Alem has a classic Ethiopian face."

   "And you know this because?"

   "I love to travel.  I have been there several times." I said.  "May I
ask an odd question?"

   "Of course."

   "I noticed that they all shave their pubic area.  Why?"

   "That's something the women who've been in the group a while seem to
pass on to the ones." Rachel replied.  "I'm not sure that there is a
paricular reason.  It's just a rite of initiation."

   "But how do they do it?  I mean It would seem a pregnant woman's belly
would get in the way of her shaving herself." I pressed.

   "Oh!  Yes, A new participant's partner shaves her, and she shaves her
partner.  They shave each other before each class." she explained.  "It's
become a sort bonding ritual.  These are single women without a significant
other and they each need someone they trust to support them."

   "Did they leave their husbands?" I inquired.

   "No, they are single mothers - donor insemination." She responded, and
changed the subject.  "Are you and Kathryn free for dinner on Friday?"

   "I think so.  Can I have Kathryn call you?"

   "That would be fine." She smiled.  "Are you stopping by the music store
to see Naomi this afternoon?"

   "I was thinking about it.  I would like to get a 'Maternity' section up
on my web site."

   "She would like that.  She has hired a new store manager.  She thinks
she needs to free up some time for school."

   "I thought she as doing well in school." I said with concern.

   "Oh she is!" She exclaimed.  "She graduates in June and wants to finish
her International Baccalaurate project."

   "I've been selfish!  I don't want the web stuff to get in the way of her
studies." I said.

   "Don't worry, Harrison.  She has integrated the web site into her IB
project in media and marketing."

   Kathryn agreed eagerlly to the dinner invitation.  She was hoping for
the "long story" and answers to a lot of questions.

   Lin accompanied me to Chrysalis Music.  We were both eager to see Naomi.
When we got to the store there was a petite girl at the counter.  She had
bright blue eyes and tightly curled brown hair, pulled back into a large,
fluffy pony tail.  She was wearing a tight T-Shirt that hugged her slender
frame and large, firm breasts.  As we entered, she stood up and greeted us
by name.

   "Mr.  Sutter!  Lin!  Welcome to Chrysalis Music.  Ms.  Magdalene said
you would be coming.  She is in the back office.  Please go right back."
She said with the same incredible cheerfulness as Naomi had always shown.
When she stepped out from behind the counter to lead us back, I was again
struck by how her incredible breasts stood out from her skinny frame.  Her
ass was startling as well, tight firm and round.  Looking closer, I
realized she was not wearing a bra and yet her large breasts were defying
gravity.  I took a step forward and almost knocked Lin over.  She was
riveted in place by this new beauty.

   "You have us at a disadvantage, I'm Harrison.  Nobody calls me Mr. 
Sutter except the IRS!" I said sticking out my hand and inconspicuously
nudging Lin was still staring.

   "Michelle," she said smiling with big Angelina Jolie lips.  "I am Ms. 
Magdalene's new store manager."

   "Pleased to meet you Michelle," I replied.  "This silent woman is Lin,
she seems to have lost the power of speech.  Say 'Hi' to Michelle, Lin."

   Lin blushed, smiled, and was still silent.  I chuckled and patted Lin on
the back.  I realized that Michelle was quietly staring at Lin as well.

   "Hey, I know where the office is..." I said smiling and stepping around
Michelle.  I found Naomi in the back office.  Her long hair was braided and
she was wearing a short plaid skirt and a while cotton blouse that buttoned
up the front.  She jumped up from the desk, where she had been studying.  I
had come to discuss the web site, but when she threw the arms around me, I
reached back and shut the door behind us.  Plans change.  I was going to
fuck this girl.  I could hear giggling from the front of the store as the
door closed.

   It was clear that Naomi had the same idea.  We were kissing and she was
fumbling with my belt buckle and zipper as she backed towards her desk.  I
dealt with the buttons on her blouse quickly and when she backed into the
desk, I lifted her skirt.  I was pleased but not particularly surprised
that she wasn't wearing any panties.  I cupped my hands under her ass and
lifted her onto the edge of the desk.  Naomi had my cock in her hand and
was rubbing the head against her clit while I fondled her breasts.  She
began to moan and rub my cock harder against her wet pussy.

   "Do that thing with my nipples..." she breathed.

   Looking in her eyes, I pinched her nipples.  Her eyelids dropped and she
breathed in sharply and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to
her pussy.  I pushed hard and buried myself in her.  She gasped, but not in
pain this time.  We both looked down in fascination as my cock slid in and
out of her, she was so tight that I could barely get my entire length
inside her and when I pulled back, her vagina clung tightly to my shaft.  I
continued pinching and her nipples and she leaned back.  Her small, firm
breasts stretched and she groaned.

   I took her with long slow strokes.  The head of my cock almost complete
exposed when I pulled back.  A long pause and then I buried it deep within
her.  It looked so sexy to see my glistening wet cock sliding in and out of
her bare, pink pussy.  I finally let go of her nipples and she lay back on
top of her homework on the desk.  She drew her knees up and put her heels
on the edge of the desk.  Leaning over her, I began slamming my cock into
her.  She was trying hard not to vocalize, but her moans were loud as her
orgasm and my cum filled her simultaneously.

   "Oh god, you have to come visit more often!" she panted, laying back on
the desk.  Her white blouse lay open and her skirt was hiked up around her
waist.  My cock was still buried in her and I could see my cum oozing out
around it.  I seemed to be filling her, leaving no room for my sperm.

   "I love this school girl look!" I said.  "but, you make me feel like a
dirty old man!"

   "First of all, I am a school girl and second, you are a dirty old man!"
She said in a throaty vioce and pulling me into a kiss.  "My dirty old
man!"

   We finally recovered and Naomi cleaned my cock, taking Lin's devotion as
her own.  We sat at the computer and I shared the maternity shots.  We
agreed that most of the nudes were not suitable for our web site.  She also
showed me changes that she had made to tone the sexuality down.

   "I can't have my IB advisor getting the wrong idea when she reviews it
as my IB project!"

   "If she only knew that her star pupil was sleeping with her
photographer..." I laughed.  There was a knock at the office door.  Lin
opened it a crack.

   "Are you two decent?" she whispered.

   We laughed.  "You wish we were indecent, don't you!" Naomi shot back.

   "Shhhh!  Your new manager is blushing beet red.  Luckily no customers
came in while you were at it.  We could hear you all the way out at the
front counter." She whispered as she came in.  "I told her you all were
goofing on us.  She half bought it because you are so totally weird, Naomi!
But I don't think that she can figure out Harrison!"

   "Ask her to come back and I'll apologize for our 'prank'." I said.

   Lin walked over to the desk and ran her finger over the edge and brought
up a finger full of my cum that must have spilled out of Naomi's tight,
overflowing slit.

   "Don't you think we'd better clean up first?" she smiled, lifing her
finger to her mouth and licking the cum off, and eyeing my crotch.

   "I missed that spot on the desk, but I cleaned him up well." she winked.

   When Michelle came back, I apologized and said it was a prank we were
playing on Lin.  We hadn't meant to embarass her.

   "Hey, prank or real, I don't mind, I just blush whenever I'm turned on."
she said bluntly.

   "Oh?" Lin perked up.

   Michelle smiled at Lin and blushed.  My cock was rigid again even though
I strongly suspected that this was Lin's opportunity - not mine.  I could
see glances between the two girls and envied Lin getting her hands on
Michelle's exciting body.  I left the girls and went out into the store. 
Shortly thereafter, Lin joined me.  She looked serious.

   "Sir, can I have permission to go out with Michelle?" She asked.

   "You're asking because you want to have sex with her?" I inquired.

   "Uh huh..  I hope so.  Do you mind?"

   "Mind no, Envious, yes.  Just be sure that she doesn't sleep around..."

   "Oh, I am pretty sure she doesn't but I will talk to her.  You're
envious?"

   "Duh!  She is gorgeous and has a wonderful body.  You'll have to see if
she would like to model.  I would love to shoot her."

   "You got it, Boss."

   When Naomi came out, we talked a little further and I left Lin with the
girls at the store.  Back at home, Kathryn was out so I just went to bed. I
was beat after a long day.

   The next day, Lin was home and was bubbling about Michelle.  She and
Michelle had hit it off and now she was totally infatuated with the other
girl..  After a dinner and drinks, they had ended up at Lin's apartment. 
Michelle was interested in modeling.  Kathryn was excited to meet her,
Especially after hearing my description of her body.  Lin explained that
Michelle was probably a lesbian.  She had never been with a man.  That was
fine with me, I was getting more sex than I needed.  I would be happy just
to photograph her.

   We were discussing a possible time to schedule a shoot, when Rachel
called to invite Kathryn and me to dinner on Friday evening.  This led to
speculation about the Magdalene family and the long story that Rachel had
promised.  Lin was disappointed that she wasn't invited and was convinced
that there would be an orgy.  I consoled her with a reminder the she could
have an evening alone with Michelle.

   With this, Lin went off to call Michelle and arrange dinner at our house
for the two of them.  She was giddy with excitement when she came back. 
She had a date!

   "What does she know about your relationship with us?" Kathryn asked.

   "Umm..  we've never discussed it." Lin said.  "What do you think I
should tell her?"

   "If you really care for her, then the truth is a good place to start."
Kathryn advised.

   "But, there is no reason to start out by explaining everything at once."
I interjected.  "Don't lie, don't hold back, but don't freak her out.  What
have you told her so far?"

   "Well she met Mrs.  Ford at the apartment and she asked how my aunt and
uncle we doing.  I didn't say anything about that, so she undoubtedly
thinks that's who you are."

   "You should clarify that right away.  She might always be uncomfortable
with you having sex with us, but it would seem completely crazy if we're
related." Kathryn said.  "It would exactly be incest, since you were
adopted, but..."

   "She doesn't even know that I'm adopted.  We have lots to talk about, if
we're doing anything but dating...  I'll just play it by ear, but I don't
want it to affect us."

   "We certainly don't want it to affect us either, but most of all, we
want you to be happy and, I am sure that Harrison agrees, that when you
find the right person, we'd be honored to dance at your wedding, whereever
and whomever you choose to marry." Kathryn confided.

   "You two are so wonderful to me," She exclaimed.  "Sir," she added,
turning to me and bowing her head, "Do you recall last week when you
promised to..." she paused and looked at me expectantly.

   "Speak up." I responded too her unasked question.  Kathryn looked
quizical.

   "Do I have to ask?" Lin pleaded.

   "Yes, pet, you need to ask, and ask nicely." I said somewhat more
sternly than I had intended.

   "Sir, I am in need of a spanking.  Please, Sir.  Will you spank me?" she
said pleadingly.  Kathryn watched with a puzzled look on her face.  Lin
looked at her hoping for understanding.

   "I know you need this Lin," she said, "but I really don't understand."

   "I don't think either of us understand it, Kathryn.  But if you were to
take her across your knee, you would feel how real her need is." I tried to
explain.

   "Lin, do you want me to be able to do this for you?" Kathryn queried.

   Lin kept her head inclined, and spoke in a meek, low voice.  "I don't
know.  Harrison was right.  We don't really understand why this has such an
effect on me." She paused.

   "Should I try, Harrison?"

   "Darling, you can try, but I don't think you should do anything that
makes you uncomfortable.  I saw the look on your face when you watched me
spank her." I said.

   "Perhaps if I tried it, at least I would understand better." She mused.
"May I try?"

   "Please Ma'm!" Lin whispered with emphasis.

   "Okay, Any advice, Harrison?"

   "Well, yeah.  Make her strip nude.  Spank hard.  Don't stop when she
cries.  Love her afterward." I suggested, watching Lin blush.  "Did I miss
anything, Lin?"

   "No, Sir."

   "Do you want me there?" I asked and they both emphatically said yes.

   "Actually," Kathryn added, "I think it would be good if you sort of
directed.  At least this first time.  You may need to demonstrate.  I've
never done anything like this before."

   "You'll do fine, let's go to our bedroom." I led the way and Lin
followed Kathryn.

   In the bedroom, I sat quietly in the chair in the corner.  Kathryn used
the most stern voice she could muster and ordered Lin to strip nude.  Lin
did so, and Kathryn insisted that she fold her clothes carefully and lay
them on the clothes chest.  Kathryn looked over her shoulder at me, and I
patted my lap to indicate her next move.  Kathryn ordered Lin over her lap
and spend a moment fondling the girl's pretty ass.  She then started
spanking, and she wasn't spanking hard enough.  Lin simply wasn't crying.

   "You really have to spank her harder." I advised.  "If her ass isn't
pink after the first swat, you are doing it hard enough."

   She tried again.

   "Harder!"

   Again a couple of swats.

   "Harder!!"

   This went on for a while.  Finally Lin was sobbing but the interesting
thing was that Kathryn was too.  I stopped them and guided Kathryn's hand
between Lin's thighs.  When Lin's crying was interrupted by uncontrolled
panting, I knew she was in good hands!  When Lin had rolled through her
second orgasm, Kathryn had her kneel while she pulled off her own slacks
and panties.  Lin didn't need to be told.  She crawled between my wife's
knees and began licking and sucking while they were both still crying.  In
the end, they were both curled up on the bed making love, I kissed them and
quietly left the room.  I was as horney as hell and headed to Chrysalis
Music.  Carrying my portfolio and camera, the bell chimed as I entered the
store.  Michelle was helping a customer, but she greeted me cheerfully. 
Naomi wasn't there, but was expected soon, so I waited.  I couldn't help
watching Michelle.  She was in jeans and a long sleeve, gray sweater with a
V-neck.  While the sweater was loose fitting and somewhat bulky, the V-neck
offered glimpses, and I could tell that her magnificent breasts were not
confined in a bra.  Here tightly curled hair wasn't pulled back today, and
it billowed out around her face and spilled down her back.  When the
customer left, Michelle came over to talk and inquired about my portfolio.

   "Would you like to see it?"

   "Yes!  Please!  I would really like that.  I have seen the web site, but
prints always have richer color and more depth." She replied

   "You are a photography buff?" I asked, carrying the portfolio over to
the counter.  "Well, I like it.  I took a class in high school.  That's
all"

   I opened the portfolio and the portrait of Naomi leaning into the
camera, with a sparkling water drop on her nipple was the first.  Michelle
sucked in a breath and let it out in a low almost silent whistle.

   "Wow!"

   "Yeah, Your boss is something truly special."

   She looked me right in the eyes, very seriously.  "Do you love her?" she
asked disarmingly.

   "I do." I responded without a doubt in my mind, which surprised me.  I
really did love her.

   She continued to search my eyes and contemplate.

   "And your wife?  What does she think?"

   "She loves Naomi too."

   "She knows that you're having an affair with Naomi?"

   "She knows everything.  I wouldn't say we're having an affair.  We have
a special loving relationship."

   Michelle considered this and went back to looking at the portfolio,
pausing frequently at a photo.  When she reached the first shot of Lin in
her red silk dress with one breast almost exposed.  Unconsciously she
reached out and touched Lin's face.

   "You like her, don't you?" I asked.

   She pulled her hand back and responded without looking at me.  "Yeah....
we....  have lots in common..."I chuckled, "I know.  She told us all about
last night when she returned this morning.  She is pretty open with us."

   "How much did she tell you?"

   "Well, no intimate details, only that there were intimate details and
she hopes that there will be more.  I think that she has high hopes that
there is more in the way of a relationship.  How do you feel.  I mean it's
none of my business, so you can just say that it's none of my business and
I'll respect that."

   "First, her aunt and uncle, are cool with her living with them and being
a lesbian?"

   "Michelle, Kathryn and I are not reelated to Lin.  We're not even
related to her deceased adoptive parents.  We've only know her a short
while and we've to care for her very deeply.""You didn't look related, but
I figured that your brother had married an asian girl, or something like
that.""No, the Aunt and Uncle story is something Lin made up to explain to
her tenants why she was moving in with us."

   "Why did she move in with you?"

   "You should talk to Lin about that, but if being with you gives her
happiness and fulfillment, then we that's what we want for her, though I
will warn you that she is more bi-sexual than lesbian.  You should discuss
it all with her.  She'll be honest and I hope you'll do the same.  I hope
you are both happy."

   "This is pretty bizarre!  I've never had a girlfriend that I didn't have
tiptoe around with and hide our relationship.  I want this to work, at
least I hope it does.."

   "You may still need to tiptoe around her tenants at the apartment
building, but you are don't have to worry about Kathryn and I.  Except
perhaps Kathryn hitting on you..."

   Michelle's laugh rang through the store and she relaxed visibly.  As we
were talking, I couldn't remembered what other photos of Lin were in the
portfolio.  I was sure that the ones of me fucking her against the brick
wall were not in the portfolio.  I wasn't sure whether some of the other
more explicit ones were or not.  I tried to deflect her interest from the
portfolio, but failed.

   Michelle gasped at the next one where Lin was leaning up against the
wall, her breast was bare and the hem of her dress was hiked up, almost
exposing her pussy.  She looked at me and back at the photo.  She started
to ask soomething and thought better of it.  She stopped again at the photo
of Yana facing and Lin with her back to the camera.  Finally she stopped at
the three women in the rumpled sheets.

   She looked at me a questioning look.  "Is that your wife?" she asked,
pointing at Kathryn.

   "Yes.  How did you guess?"

   "Lin described her.  Do..." She stopped again.  "Never mind."

   "Is something wrong?" I asked.

   "Wrong?  Heck no.  It's too right.  It's a little confusing." She smile
and the surprised me my kissing me on the cheek.  "No worries, Mate." she
said in a fake Aussie accent.

   She was looking at the maternity pictures when Naomi arrived.  Naomi
came right over, glanced at the photos and kissed me.  She turned to see
Michelle staring, and leaned over and kissed her too.  She laughed at the
surprised look on Michelle's face, grabbed my hand and started pulling me
back towards the office.

   "Could you turn up the music for a while?"

   "Don't want to shock any customers?" Michelle teased.

   "Nope.  Don't want offend any music store managers!" I shot back.