After a while he began talking about how he wanted to make the pictures. He took his equipment and instructed me in which position I had to stand. I s...ill had my clothes on but after a while he asked me if I could take of my shirt, and then my shoes, trousers, socks, untill I was standing in my underwear (gray boxershort). Eventually he asked me to remove the boxershort; there I stood naked. I was pretty turned on as he were, I could see a bulge down there. He instructed me to sit on my knees. The closer that I have gotten, I noticed his pure blonde hair reflecting the sun. Nearly blinding me with it's beauty; my b**st seems to like that. Needless to say, I couldn't resist it too, I release it. 9 inches of pure uncut lust and pleasure in one. My shorts still entwined around my waist with my tool sticks straight out. My body started to move on it's own, my nervousness has drained out of me. I need him, his firm cheekbones, thin lips but smooth. I stand over him, my cock shadowing over. There was no time other than this time, it had stopped just for the both of them. It would continue later but not now. He had a warmth moving thru his body that could only be described as warm. How could you describe a moment like this. Thousands of words written about this moment, but not one could compare to the actual event that was about to take place. She lowered her self to her knees and kissed his wonderful erection. She had caused it, she made him this way. Her smell, her touch, her. Cathy sipped at her water and then she looked at Gwen, "I'm sorry but I don't know what you mean, But Gwen I was so worried about you though, at first I really thought Chris had tortured you so badly. But when I look into your eyes ... I see you behind them, and the life that is in them ... I'm sorry about Jones; I know you truly loved him. But you knew that it wouldn't have worked out, not once he knew what you were." She said softly.Gwen sadly nodded, "I know ... In a way I was being.