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I had been out taking pictures of birds; well, that?s what I intended to do, but I had stumbled across a pair of ladies playing in a pond and had taken some pictures of them instead. When I got back to the car, I looked thru the pictures. There were a couple of exceptional shots and several more good ones. I?d have to upload those and do a bit of post-processing, but they were pretty good to start.It was about six-thirty AM when I drove out of the park. One of the two cars that had been there earlier was still there; the other, closer to where I had parked, was gone. That must have been my ?birds? in that car, I thought.I pulled into a fast-food burger place; they open at six. I figured to get a cup of coffee, and maybe a bite to eat, then head for home. I considered the drive-thru but decided to go inside instead.I went up to the counter and put in my order; no line at this hour. With my tray, I walked into the dining room. There, several booths down were the two ladies I had seen earlier. They were sitting next to each other with coffee and food. Their heads were almost touching, and they were deep in conversation.I sat near them, but not too near. I was generally facing in their direction and could hear parts of their conversation.?Marion, for heaven?s sake! What are you afraid of? We had a little adventure; no one will ever know unless we tell them and neither of us will do that. At least I won?t!??I know, Barbara, I know. I would never tell, either. But what if the person in that other car did see us???She didn?t. You know that. She was jogging at the other end of the park. We saw her when we were leaving. There are only a couple of places that she could have been where she could see us, and we?d have seen her. We didn?t see her; therefore she didn?t see us. Besides, she?s a middle-aged woman. Who would she tell? What would she tell them???I?m just nervous about it, that?s all. I know in my mind that there?s not a problem, but deep down in the Ataşehir Escort pit of my stomach, well, it?s all a-flutter.??Relax, Marion. Your pristine reputation remains unsullied. Now eat something before you get an ulcer.?They both took bites of their sandwiches. The taller one, Marion, seemed to relax a bit. The shorter one, Barbara, had seemed relaxed the whole time.After a few minutes, Marion got up to go to the restroom. After she?d left, Barbara looked at me. Smiling, she said, ?How did the pictures come out???Excuse me? What pictures???I saw you, sir, hiding in the bushes taking pictures while Marion and I were having our little adventure in the pond. I trust they were for your own personal pleasure, and are not for sale. You?d best not be trying to use them against us.??Well, um, er, yeah, oh, those pictures. I didn?t realize you saw me. Your friend obviously didn?t, or she?d have recognized me, and would not have been calm and relaxed about it, like you seem to be. And no, I have no intention to use them except for my personal use.??Good. Marion is a good friend, but she led a very sheltered life until her husband left her last year. She?s starting to come out of her shell a bit, but it?s slow. I won?t let anything happen which might hurt her. I?m Barbara Milford.??Frank Smith. Pleased to meet you.??You obviously weren?t intending to take pictures of us this morning; we?d never been there before. If I thought you were purposely stalking us, I?d have already dialed 9-1-1.??I was there to take pictures of birds. There have been reports of eagles and osprey on the pond. I was hoping to see them and get some pictures this morning.?Marion walked back to the table. ?Pictures of what???Oh, Marion Branstead, this is Frank Smith. Frank, Marion. Mr. Smith is a photographer. He?s on his way to the park to take pictures of eagles.??Pleased to meet you, ma?am. Yes, there are both eagles and osprey in the area, Ataşehir Escort Bayan and there have been several sightings at the park. I?m hoping to get a photo or two. Oh, look at the time. I?d best get going if I?m going to get any good shots. The birds are most active first thing in the morning.??Good luck, Mr. Smith,? said Barbara. ?I?d love to see your pictures. Call me if you have any good ones. I?m in the book. Milford, just like it sounds. Call me, please.??Thanks, I?ll do that. Nice to have met you, Mrs. Milford.* You too, Mrs. Branstead.??Not Mrs., Mr. Smith, Ms. Milford, and Ms. Branstead.?I got up, grabbed my coffee and trash, and headed for my car. As I did, I thought about Barbara?s invitation. Did I understand correctly that she wanted to see the pictures I?d shot this morning? Did she really want me to call her?I went back over to the park. There was an eagle and a pair of osprey; the osprey were trying to chase the eagle away, without much luck. I shot nearly 50 photos of the three birds.***I looked in the phone book: ?Milford B. 72 W. Greystone Court NE, 712-1234?* I dialed the number.?Barbara Milford. How may I help you???Good afternoon, Ms. Milford. This is Frank Smith, the photographer from this morning.??Hello, Mr. Smith. Are you calling about your pictures.??Yes, ma?am. I?m going to do a bit of post-processing with some of them. A few of them promise to be decent. I wondered whether you might be interested in seeing them.??I?m busy later today. Would it be convenient to come by in the morning, say around 10:00???Ten it is, Ms. Milford.??Please call me Barbara. I?ll see you, then. Good-bye, Mr. Smith.??Frank, please, Barbara. Until tomorrow, then. Good-bye.?***I had spent several hours tweaking my pictures, both of the ladies and of the birds. There were several bird shots worthy of magazine covers. A couple of the shots of the ladies were quite good, too. Maybe not Playboy quality, Escort Ataşehir back when they published that kind of picture, but quite good none-the-less.I knocked on Barbara?s front door just after ten. After a few seconds, she opened it and waved me in. She was talking on a cell phone. I went in and closed the door gently behind me. I waited.?Marion, I?ve got to go. My insurance agent just arrived; we have an appointment to talk about a trust fund for the grandchildren. I?ll call you back later. Bye.??Good morning, Frank. Come in. Let?s sit in the living room. Do you have pictures to show me???Good morning, Barbara. Yes, I do. Several of them came out quite good, and I went back and got some pictures of the birds, too, just in case you?re interested in those as well.?We sat on the couch and I took out my tablet. I?d loaded the pictures onto it; the eight-inch screen was much easier to see than the two-inch screen on the camera. Barbara slid over next to me, our hips nearly touching.I brought up the first picture. Marion and Barbara, arms around each other, kissing, standing thigh-deep in the water. I?d added a bit of sparkle to the water, and softened the background a bit. It was my favorite.?Oh, my! That?s really us? I look pretty good in that shot. You could post that at the supermarket; no one would recognize either of us.?I flipped through several more shots. I stopped a one where Barbara was standing on one foot, her other leg raised a bit. She was hugging Marion, and Marion had two fingers inserted into her vagina. Barbara had a look of ecstasy on her face.?Oh, dear! Look at my face. I must be in the middle of an orgasm. I look so excited. That?s a picture that shouldn?t be shown around, except perhaps in very special circumstances.?I went through the rest of the shots, and through a few of my favorite bird shots, too. Barbara seemed to like them, too.?Can we go back to the other pictures. Yes, those. Not that one. No. Not that. Yes, that one.?It was a shot of Marion?s back, and Barbara, arms spread wide, falling backward into the pond. She had that same look of ecstasy on her face; her nipples were crinkled, and the lips of her vagina were swollen and spread. Barbara?s fingers had just slipped out of her and were pointing directly at the opening.