Fostering Love (The Soul Sisters Series Book 1) by Victoria Johns Read Free Book Online Page A

me a call when he’s free.  Whilst waiting I decide to start making notes about possible ideas and locations for the job.  Today feels like a pink day, so I pick up my pink leather bound pad up off the sideboard. Neely loves pretty stationary, she is a total girlie stationary whore who often treats me to nice bits and pieces, so I start to list target places to discuss with Oli. 
    My ideas include :-
    Photographing a welcoming local citizen, like Jo and a packed Mudjoes with some steaming coffee, fresh cakes and happy customers.  Hopefully, enticing the tourists that want the local feel and a chance to relax.
    Capturing hikers getting geared up to take on Chesters Mountain trail.  The different weather aspects could make this a stunning shot, I could also get some after shots of exhausted smiles and this may appeal to the adventure tourist or someone who wants to explore our local wildlife.
    Taking some shots of the Hawkstown Mayor’s Day festival is a calendar favorite and is being held soon.  I can already picture the arts and crafts stalls, the kids taking part in the many fun races and activities, the traditional fairground rides, the baking competitions and community spirited line dance-off.  Any family visiting the area around the time of the festival is always sure to have a great day.  Here I’d be able to get some action shots of people having fun naturally with no need for staged shots.  There is nothing like catching fun smiles in a surprised and natural environment.
    Getting some shots of the beauty that is the Hawkstown waterfall and lake.  It’s open to the public, its set amongst the trails and it’s a treasure.  Crystal clear waters, large rocks for sun bathing and having a picnic, a definite beauty spot.  You can get to this from Chris’s land easier than from the trail, even then it’s still a bit challenging but not as much as it is from public trail, this is why it’s remained unspoilt for so long.  It’d be easier to get my gear to the site if I went via Chris’s too.
    As a group of girls we spent lots of time in groups hanging out during the summer with a picnic and a Frisbee or a football, whilst wearing little bikinis and soaking up the sun listening to music.  It was also a regular make out spot with lots of secluded places to run off too with little chance of discovery.  In my dating years, whilst I was with Chris, we’d spend a lot of time here getting to know each other.  Remembering Chris in his small swim trunks, covered in sun tan lotion climbing in and out of the water was a treat for the eyes and used to make me blush.  Imagining him in that same way now, in swim trunks would be enough to make a girl’s mouth water and have her begging.  I have fond memories of the naughty things we used to do; some of my “firsts” were at the lake.  My first kiss, the first time I let a guy see my breasts and touch them and I also remember one time at the waterfall he taught me how to handle a guy, I mean really handle him. 
    Chris caught me watching him whilst he swam in the lake; he strolled out of the water and was dripping and as I watched him I noticed he was hard and the bulge in his trunks was more than evident.  He smiled at me and I blushed as normal.  I was shocked at first that he wasn’t embarrassed and even more so when I realized he wanted me to touch him; that he wanted me to make him feel good, I knew I wasn’t going to say no.  He was stood still in front of me as he slowly eased his trunks off, and he looked amazing.  My stomach was turning; it was a feeling I’d had before but usually from investigations of my own body.  With his cock at my eye level, he grabbed hold of it and walked towards me, taking my chin in his other hand, he stroked my face whilst he looked at me and was slowly stroking himself with his other hand.
    “Lick your lips Dolly.”  I did as he asked.  “So beautiful, lick me, gently just once on the tip.”  Again I did as he