He can get a much better photo that way.” Then the woman laughed.Mom giggled and said, “You are right. Maybe I should let him practice on me a few...times.”The principle asked, “Do you think he photographed the other women?”Mom replied, “I’m sure he did but none of them said anything about it. Why?”The principle then said, “If he would show me what he took today, I’d let him fuck me. I would give anything to see that rich bitch with her panties down”Just then I came up to them with a tray full of. I never questioned what those late nights involved, and just assumed that it was the usual dinner and drinks thing and otherwise schmoozing with the customer. When she made a sale, she got a pretty good commission check from it. Otherwise, her plain salary would hardly keep a cat in food. We were having sex pretty often, but not every night. Usually if she had a late night with a customer she claimed she was tired and just wanted to get to have a quick shower and get to sleep. Since we had been. "Oh, you do have sexy melons too, Bionca, I've seen them a few times before, but I really had to feel to know how dazzling they are." It's alright, Joe; if Tricia here wants to let us have sex in the future, I think we can make up for lost time. Just don't get me pregnant; get Tricia pregnant." Well, I'm not ready to be a mom, but thanks."I grabbed his shoulders and used them for leverage so that I could thrust my twat even better. We both made it happen, and we had the couch shaking again. ." he said, his resolve clearly starting to waver.I thought I'd better implant my next suggestion before he had the chance to mentally talk himself out of sniffing my crotch: "I was actually about to ask you if I could do the same – though not with the front of your shorts, of course." What?" he asked, his eyes piercing and his expression gripped with curiosity."Yes," I nodded. "I'd like to see how much more exciting it would be to have sniff of them while they're as fresh as they're going to.