“Oh, I did not know you were a photographer,” Catalina replied. I showed her some of my phonography work on my cell phone.“Can you take my pictu...e?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied. “Any time.”“Come by my house on Smith on Thursday,” Catalina instructed. “You can take my photo.”I didn't give much thought to Catalina’s request. People ask me all the time to take their picture when they find out I am a photographer. So, I didn't bother to follow up and stop by Catalina’s house.The very next time I. ." Tell him, Natalie." I kiss her on the cheek and go upstairs.I hear Natalie open the door, their voices are faint. I can make out that they are conversing as the door closes. They continue conversing a while longer, then I hear soft oohhs and aahhs coming from Natalie. I feel my nipples stiffen and my pussy tingles in anticipation.Natalie enters the bedroom with Brett close behind. He closes the door as Natalie turns, facing him. Brett approaches her and takes Natalie in his arms. He kisses. You lean forward, you naughty lady I can see all your breasts in their flimsy lacy bra down your now gaping shirt, you smile and wiggle your body, your breasts wobbling. You kneel again and this time are rubbing the handle of the trowel you are using, your tongue is licking your lips as you continue to rub up and down the trowel, you smile, you notice the bulge in my trousers and continue the simulated masturbation. You are on your feet, time for some pricking out you say, I look bemused as you. "Babe, you need to fuck me... please," I moaned. She stopped, and turned back around. She positioned her pussy again along the bottom side of my cock.She gave me her evil grin, and asked, "Is it too much for you already? Are you going to cum?"Before I could even answer, she started to grind me... fast. "Stop, stop, stop, I can't handle it," I cried. She didn't stop."Nicole... uhhhhhh!" Cum started to drench my underwear. The second song wasn't even past the first verse, and I practically came.