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In The House of Forgotten Cameras
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: , Source: LushStories
skirts and urging me to take her in locations where privacy was far from assured. It goes without saying that I had fallen hopelessly in love with Jillian and in the arrogance of youth, it never occurred to me to wonder why a woman of her intelligence and beauty had made herself available to me at any time and every way imaginable. For that first week, I checked on the camera daily. I suppose it was just the result of a good cleaning and polishing cloth, but its wooden frame, cracked leather bellows and brass fittings seemed aglow with contentment, if such a thing were possible. I also tried to determine the exact location of the House. During that first week it was too foggy in the afternoons and too dark at night. On the one afternoon without fog, I fell asleep. Another time, I glimpsed a street sign, but then forget the name before I reached my car. Eventually, I gave up trying. All that really mattered was that whenever I dialed that number, Jillian would be waiting for me. I suppose, at some level I realized that The House of Forgotten Cameras did not want itself fixed in time and space, and that it might not be the wisest thing for me to keep trying. Midway through the second week, I slipped into my room well past midnight and found my Dad waiting. "The camera." he said as my heart sank. "It's not here. I haven't seen for over a week." "I know. I know," I said. "But it's safe. I promise." I expected him to be angry, but he merely looked at me a long time and a great ...