I saw Fred stoop and kiss both cunts, and then the girls jumped up and shook their petticoats down as if to prevent further proceedings in so unguarded a place. 6. There was on each side of the window of the dressing-room a sort of cupboard wardrobe: the left-hand one was full of clothes, the other had half of the lower part fitted with a hinged lid, which, at first, I thought was a water closet seat, but on lifting the lid I found it was only a depot for dirty linen; there were pegs above, but nothing hung on them. The three were lying on a grassy slope and the two girls had their petticoats drawn up; Fred was comparing and handling their hairy cunts. Oho, I said to myself, I see how the wind blows. The next day I began my series of photographic portraits, commencing with Papa, of whom I made three poses-all very successful.
