She was a cute little blonde, although the hair colour wasn't completely natural; she dyed it a few shades lighter than her natural colour.That mornin..., she was wearing a nice sleeveless dress that ended a few inches short of her knees. Her shoes were close to being called stilettos; very thin heels, straps around her ankles, and nearly four inches high. The outfit looked really good on her, and I quite liked the effect that the shoes had on her legs and her ass.I decided to wander over as she. Jpgs with excellent composition and color.I'd seen lots of comparable nudes on the Internet, although not lately. The stark clarity of the lighting, the unsubtle quality of the nudity, the almost-clinical exposition of the model's sexual parts, combined to remind me immediately of how perversely exciting such photography could be.But, my God! When you knew the model. When you've spoken to her, danced with her, admired her. The level of excitement is magnified enormously!And there could be no. I came back up just as Dad was coming through the door, “Hello, I’m John Armstrong – which of these would you like to see?”They talked back and forth, and then left together to see at least a couple of them.“Are you coming back to work, and not just flirt with every woman who walks in here?” my sister said sounding pissed.“I may have just made you some more money to spend, little lady – so behave. Have you ever heard of a Vic Armstrong? That name sounds familiar to me?” I said.“I don’t think. And I was feeling up her tits. They were amazing. Huge nipples and all natural. I can remember being little and staring at them. I start to take off her shirt and bra and suck on her tits. She undoes my pants again and my hard dick is out. I undo her pants too and pull down her zebra print thong. Her clit was pierced. It was hot. I started to go down on her and we were 69ing when Chris came back Into the room. At first he was like woah sorry. And went to leave when my fiends mom.