1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 3


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    greeted Anita warmly with a hug, inquiring about her parents, about her, me and other small talk. I smiled to myself as I watched them, knowing I made the right choice in choosing this studio. I got the idea of referral from the name on the back of the picture frames in her parent’s home; if this studio was good enough for them it was good enough for me. “Danny, this is Mr. Larson; Mr. Larson this is Daniel Skinner.” “So, Mr. Skinner, you’re the young man who stole this precious child’s heart,” he said holding out his hand for me to shake. “Anita was a precocious little thing as a child, and I should add incredibly smart, cheerful and fun loving. Goodness, just look at Anita now all grown up. She looks so much like her mother. Where did the years go?” “Anita is still incredibly smart and cheerful, Mr. Larson; she is most definitely her mother’s daughter and with all the charm and grace, fortitude and refinement of the Palmer women.” I meant every word of it. “Well said, Mr. Skinner. I knew Mary’s mother well, may her soul rest in peace. Martha was a refined no nonsense lady who knew her own mind and didn’t hesitate to tell you if you crossed the line; what of Anita’s father though?” “Marvin had the good sense to find himself a Palmer woman and as you can see, Marv’s good sense has rubbed off on me….” Mr. Larson took a series of photos of us alone and together in different poses for us to chose from. I wore my hair both up and down. I was naughty and playful. I couldn’t help ...
    myself when it was Danny’s turn to pose alone. I put a child’s red straw cowboy hat on my Grumpy Bear’s head from the children’s prop section; the kind with the white cotton cord that goes underneath the chin. “My, how cute you look, sweetheart…. Quick Mr. Larson, snap a picture.” “Come, Danny, watch the birdie and say cheese,” I said as I sat on his lap and hugged him. I then put a pink cowboy hat just like his on my head. During the first two pictures Danny was scowling until I kissed his lips, “Please smile, sweetheart, please. I’ll pay for them and I promise that I won’t show them to anyone without your permission.” Danny let out a big sigh and smiled, “All right, little filly, yippy-I-oh! Happy trails and all the rest of cowboy lingo that goes with it….” but he was thinking, ‘OK my love. For you I’ll be a good sport about it. What can it hurt? Just wait until we get back to work and I have you alone. This buckaroo will be corralling a certain little filly.’ Mr. Larson let us dress up in clothes from different eras; the late eighteen hundreds to the nineteen twenties. He has all the backdrops for people who are interested in those types of photos; we both got a little silly. I put on a derby tucking my hair inside and put on a fake mustache. My grumpy bear put on a big flouncy ladies hat covered in feathers and ostrich plumes and wrapped a pink feather boa around his neck and shoulders as he pretended to sit on my lap. He doesn’t fool me, I know Danny enjoyed it, he just ...
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