‘Since you went to the bar he hasn’t stopped looking at me’. I casually look across at the man. He was about forty, dark receding hair with a ne...tly trimmed beard, he was overweight and by the look of his gut, liked his beer. He was sat facing us and as I casually looked across he did a great job of starring at his phone before looking around, taking a quick glance in our direction before acting innocent of taking any interest. I wasn’t planning on having any fun with Theresa until later but. I was not prepared for what I saw when I looked in the full-lengthmirror. There staring back at me was the girl I had always known I was!I shuddered, and Margo lightly touched my arm. "See, Bobbi," she halfwhispered to me. "I knew you could do it! That is the real you!" Shekissed me gently on the cheek. I had to agree with her. That was indeedthe real me. It was also the first time anyone had called me "Bobbi." Ihave kept the name ever since.Margo's transformation of me was good, but it was far. No, the only reason I wanted to talk to you is to get a better idea of what you want to get from them. I want to know what you’re looking for.”“Well, honestly, it was the second shoot I did with Hayley that really turned me towards erotic photography. I don’t mean porn. Any idiot can film or photograph two girls, three girls, a guy and a girl fucking, whatever. I am more thinking about the intimate little things that they overlook. I see photography as an art. I love all aspects of it, the. Make me cum.” And I did. Julie, I fucked you with my tongue, fucked and sucked and slid and swallowed. Your flesh flushed and flowed. In my mouth and down my throat your joy flowed. And you came, you came with your filament clitoris flaming, once, twice, three times. After about 10 seconds, you subsided into contentment and kissed the head of my cock. Small drops of semen were licked away and you smiled. You then stood and went towards the bedroom. As you walked, your buttocks rolled like.