“Damn, I told Richard to change the light bulb before he left this weekend.”I silent sigh of relief. I was saved. She continued to look through th... racks of clothes blindly. I however became accustomed to the lack of light and saw her every move. I saw her grab a pair of underwear from a dresser across from where I was. I leaned forward and could see her perfect little butt hole and saw her pussy peaking out from the bottom. She turned and began to look at the clothes rack above me for a. It was perfect. She turned over and pulled her shorts down. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her pussy. I finger-fucked her until she came as she was reaching back kissing me. She kissed me once and we went to sleep with her friend next to us. The next morning I woke up with considerably more room than I went to sleep with. Bri's friend had left, and Bri was in the bathroom. She came out with her shirt on, but nothing but bright yellow boy shorts on bottom. Her ass in boy shorts was all I. I got my camera and lenses together as she sashayed over to the bed. As soon as I looked at her through the camera to get the exposure and focus I realized what it was that was different about her. She was 'On camera.' She exuded the sort of poise and smolderingsensuality that the best models and actresses could turn on when a camera was pointed at them. I snapped a few shots to warm up and Julie lost the robe. She was very good. She'd modeled before, nude modeling and soft core stuff before. Unbelievable.” Kyle jogs over, grabs his tennis bag and bottle of water, stuffs his racquet into the bag and meets me on the sidewalk outside the tennis court. “So…do you mind coming back to my apartment while I get dressed?” “Not a bit,” I say. “Want me to drive?” “Hell, no. I want to drive your car,” he says, running his hand appreciatively over the hood. “Be my guest,” I giggle, handing him the keys. Guys always want to drive my car. Then they want to get me in the back seat of my car…which.