It wasn’t shrill or high-pitched, but strong and bold. He found her surprisingly easy to be around. ‘Well, listen, I’ve gotta get back to work, ...ut why don’t you hang around until closing? I can introduce youto my friends,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘Can’t leave my stalker out on the high and dry, now can I?’ She laughed again. He joined her, trying to hide his ecstasy at being invited. ‘Sure, I’ll meet you here when you get off, then?’ he asked, trying to grin casually. Laney nodded once, then. He slowly workedhis hands from my ankles up to my knees, massaged my legs as he went. Hemoved up my thighs right to my pubic bone, and back down, teasing me ashe went. He barely avoided touching my gorgeous pussy lips each time. Hemoved his hand back up. He never stopped looking at my face as my eyesfixated on his hands.Suddenly without warning, he massaged my clit, using my own dripping wetpussy juices for lubrication. This drove me crazy and he knew it. Hemoved his head down to my pussy and. Once I arrived in New York I took up this new hobby seriously. Since I was not having any friends here I chose to kill my time by photography. On an Saturday afternoon in July, I was called By T style Magazine in to substitute for veteran photographer Craig McDean who called in sick after his allgerie’s caught up to him in the summer so I accept the call. I was unaware who I was photographing so I decided to wear just a simple blue jacket, gray T-shirt and jeans As I took cab i made my way to. Me: It’s ok to touch it son I hope you won’t lick me there.He started to lick me since he understood what I’m instructing him to do. He then carries me to his bed and start to smell my outer layer of panties. I then stopped him by holding his hair.Son: why mommy? You don’t like your own son smelling your aromatic pussy?Me: It’s not that young man! Carry me to my bed and fuck my fucking wet cunt there.Son: what’s wrong with this bed mom?Me: I want my son to fuck my brains off where his dad uses.