My hand is soaking from the juices leaking form with in me. I pull my finger upwards and find the rough area behind my pubic mound.She slips her panti...s off, her pubic hair is trimmed to virtually nothing, her pussy looks wet and inviting.I rub my g spot, my legs instinctively clamp together. My toes begin to curl, pulses, like an electric current flow through my body. My other hand reaches inside my blouse, freeing my breast, and pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. My orgasm flows. "You'll close by noon or we'll renegotiate our fee," Sarah rejoined. "I am not willing to ask Adam to come all the way out here for another 25 measly dollars." Wait, what was that?" Jerry said. "Look, I am on my way to the photographer's studio. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. Please do not leave until I arrive. I have to admit that I am completely out of the loop on this. I looked when Tate Benedict called and I have no paperwork on what was being done today. Sometimes the model doesn't. "Ted Perkins," the voice said. "I'm in charge of the endorsements department at Brogan Guitars. We met a few years ago while you were recording your first album, remember?" Yes, I do," Jake said, and he did. Perkins was the rep who had pushed the Brogan guitars on them during the recording and touring stages of Descent Into Nothing. He was also one of the people who had called and threatened Matt with contract violation when he refused to play one on stage. "How did you get my number?" Mr. Crow. "He did remember staring at those forest green nipples, perched on breasts that looked entirely too large to be on an elf. He remembered the smile on her face, and her laughter as she saw his reaction to her partial nudity. He remembered wondering where that gruff, demanding elf girl had gone, or at least how she had transformed herself into a teasing, laughing, delightfully naked sprite.He remembered that the almost transparent wisps of pubic hair on her mound were light green.He remembered.