Pivoting her hips unconsciously, she guided his tongue to her most tender spots. She weakly fell forward, supporting herself with her hands and cheek ...n the cool glass of the train’s window. Back and forth, Thomas’s tongue swept over her clit. For a brief instant Angela marveled at the speed, wondering where he learned to eat pussy so well. But her thoughts were interrupted as she climaxed yet again, the pleasure rolling through her. ‘Aaaah…I love you,’ she uttered, a bit louder than she. Bill had many of those under his name somewhere, although he had been a Warrant in Military Intelligence not a commissioned officer in the infantry. They had fought in the same long war just at opposite ends of it. Something in common, that was certain. A state university education, not Ivy. That was a surprise. Just before 8:30 there was a knock at the door. He opened it to see a man he deemed to be a decade older and dressed much as he was. ‘Bill Shilling? Mike Kearing.’ The CEO said,. Steve was out too: two k**s were enough for now apparently. The hardest part was abstaining from sex for long enough to find the right guy. I wasn't completely successful, but even though a couple of guys at the club tried their best to knock me up again, I remained baby-free for a while.The perfect guy turned out to be right under my nose. Matt was more than willing to knock me up on camera, provided he got a percentage of the sales. Sounded fair enough. I hired three extra photographers for. When I take pictures of myself I become aroused. Not because I am thinking of all the faceless, interchangeable men and boys who will be looking at it, jerking off. The wall of the monitor separates them from me. I am aroused because this is me, this is my territory, and this is what I do. I enjoy this. It has little to do with them. I glance behind me to make sure the stall door is closed, then cup my breast in my hand, my hardened nipple growing more obvious under the fabric, framed between.