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to worship his cock with her mouth. She indulged herself for a few minutes, her other hand dipping into the waistband of her capris. She began pressing harder and harder against the throbbing nub of her clit. Her fingers glided up and down the length of her pussy lips and slid into the heated depth of her cunt. Panting she envisioned all kinds of scenarios that would normally have made her cringe in horror. It was utterly ridiculous, she knew, but she wanted more than anything to do something for him, to demonstrate her devotion—no, her appreciation of his help. She realized that he hadn’t come in for breakfast. He must be starving.
    Pulling her hand from between her thighs, Allie decided she had to do something. Racing downstairs, she fixed a pitcher of lemonade and loaded a plate with muffins then covered them with plastic wrap. She watched out the kitchen window until he had turned back toward the barn before grabbing them to put on the porch table. Even though the mower was much too loud for him to hear anything else, she closed the screen door as quietly as possible and tiptoed to the table before putting down the food and racing back. Then she remembered a glass and went through the whole process again.
    It was foolish, but she simply wasn’t ready to face him yet. It was just too humiliating. She knew that one look at her face would be enough for him to be aware of exactly what she was thinking. She didn’t know how he would be able to tell, but she was absolutely sure he would.

Chapter 7
     
    Jane and Charlie came back just before Brad got home from work. Jane, who was chattering happily about the pictures they had gotten, insisted on taking Charlie’s camera and showing them to Allie.
    Allie had been thinking that Jane was probably her best ally against Charlie, so she didn’t really want to refuse to look. After Allie had brought them a snack, feeling stupidly guilty for not having fixed them sandwiches, they all sat at the dining room table. Jane began flipping through picture after picture of herself, naked, in various suggestive poses under or in trees or tied to them.
    Allie struggled to keep an interested smile on her face, trying not to look at the bags on the floor and wonder what other kinds of kinky supplies they contained. She wanted to ask the older woman how she could casually sit and show naked pictures of herself to relative strangers—especially the daughter of her former lover. Allie would have been embarrassed to even show pictures like that to Brad, much less to anyone else.
    Brad walked in as Jane was proudly displaying a picture where she was leaning over a tree branch, her ass in the air, a come-hither look on the face that was peeking back over her own shoulder.
    “Come look at my pictures!” Jane called to him enthusiastically, and he immediately walked over, nodding to Charlie, who was drinking the rest of the lemonade that Allie had made for Karl earlier.
    Allie jumped up to try to warn him about the kind of pictures they were, although she had no idea how she was going to accomplish that. She reached up to give him a kiss, whispering, “Wait, don’t look—”
    But he smiled at her and pushed past. “Did you get some good shots today?” he was saying, leaning down to look at the camera’s display, when the smile froze on his face.
    Allie watched as he registered the details of the photo. His glance went from Jane to Charlie and then back to the image. His face was completely blank.
    Jane seemed oblivious. She happily began scrolling back through the other pictures, not noticing that Brad was trying not to see, although he was still making “mm-hmm” noises as if he was looking. It seemed to be like a car wreck, though. As hard as he was trying to keep his gaze averted, his eyes wandered back on their own whenever he pulled them away. His mouth was slowly turning downward every time he snuck a look at the camera, though, as if he was disgusted with himself for wanting to