Youre either at the studio or youre on location somewhere with some gorgeous, young model. And, if youre not there youre at the damn college, teaching... You havent touched me in years, what do you care who I sleep with anyway. Youre married to your fucking job, youre a photographer, its who you are, her trembling voice exuding the stress of the night. Jeez, I just dont believe it, weve been together for twelve years and you dont have a clue as to who I am, I said. Being a photographer isnt who. “Okay, would you rather I wear clothing when I’m around in the evening, or is it alright with you if I’m as naked as everyone else?” I asked.“Nudity is the norm around here, and you’ll need to bare your backside like the rest of us if you want to fit in,” Charlotte said with a grin. Something in her voice belied her smile. She meant every word.I enjoyed looking at the wide variety of body types in the female landscape provided by the sisters. The whole nudity thing was kinda weird and erotic.. I have apussy. A fully formed green pussy. It was itching for attention. My handswent down to play with my hungry pussy. Each thrust my fingers did inthere would send a furious rush all over my body. My breasts were in painas well. It's like they were jealous and wanted more attention. While mybody was awash in pleasure, I was trying to figure out how to please allmy erogenous zones. I didn't want to stop touching my pussy. I only hadtwo hands. I was getting angry. Suddenly, there was something. She shivered involuntarily. A wicked expression covered Swain's otherwise calm features. His nostrils flared out like a horse. He continued to fondle her warm snatch, pushing his fingers as far as they would go between her lips. The fabric barrier annoyed him. “Look, you know what's up Destiny. Do you want to go to jail or you want to home? This process can go real easy or real hard.” Swain took her hand and put it on his crotch. Destiny snatched her hand away as if it were.