Alana talked loudest. ‘His cock is fucking amazing, I swear,’ she pulled off her bra and her full tits barely dropped. ‘Oh shit,’ she exclaime... running a finger over her brown nipple. ‘There’s still some on me.’ So she had fucked the photographer. Amazing shot, I’m sure. *** One by one we wrapped up and headed out into the living room. ‘Ok ladies,’ the photographer stood at the front of the room. Alana sat closest to him. He smiled at her. ‘Tomorrow we’ve got a promo pool party at the casino.. Didn't that turn me on! There I was, typing with one hand and fingering myself with the other while Bob slowly pulled on my nipples and stroked himself back into major league form. Afterward, I blew him!Or like that one time he fucked me doggy-style while I typed out what we were doing to an audience of God knows how many at Bianca's Slut Shack. I got so hot I thought my aorta would burst."Sheeeeeittttt! Here I cum!" Nauuughh! Nauuughh!"Can't writ no mor... Dear Diary:Bob called me last night. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect. And you clutch me tighter. At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to give you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!” But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down your arm even further. As I do, you crook your. The shirt, too, came off over my head easily.I was liberated, and immediately felt the vulnerability of nakedness.Lisa stood up and tossed the shirt, pants, and underwear out of the way.Then her eyes wandered over me.My wife towered over me. The top of my head only rose to her mid-thigh!I was miniscule, and combined with my naked state, I felt extremely andtotally vulnerable.I looked down at my body. It was scrawny and devoid of any body hair.But that could've been used to describe me before.