He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that idea even less. He had read about the wild parties, drugs and sex that young m...dels had. His thirteen-year-old daughter was not getting involved in any of that. Mr. Grant said that we should find out if he was right before we worried about me jet setting around the globe and bad things happening.He recommended that he take me to his studio and that I get my head shots done, and he would put out feelers to see if there was. Meri friend uska pati kafi acha hai kafi pyar karta hai use par uske pati ke nokari hai isye vo bhar rahta hai jada tarah.Meri friend ko dresses ka kafi shok hai. Vo akasr new new dresses puchse karti rahi hai kahna ka matab daily se shoping jati rahti hai. Kafi costy dreses lena uski adat hai bus top ho vo. Meri friend ke ghar me par friend ke pass paiso ke kami hai islye dresses na le pati vo.Ek din vo market ja rahi the market me use ek lady mili jo kafi thk the us lady se usne bat ke meri. It was so round. It moved like nothing he had ever seen. It amazed him. It dazed him. One of the young girls whispered fog mist and words into his ear telling him how much she liked guys who liked girls butts. The dancer with Persian eyes moved toward him. She was three feet away. His eyes . . . he hated that he couldnt move them away. He was entranced. He argued within himself. He believed he could break away but if that was true, then why hadnt he already done so? The dancer was two feet. That was it. It put him over the top. She felt every ropey stream of his cum as it pulse into the deepest part of depraved cunt. She continued to writhe on his cock as her orgasm subsided. She purposely squeezed her pussy along his cock. Like a 1000 magic fingers stripping every drop of cum from his massive shaft. Oh daddy! That felt so fucking good. She was still impaled on his softening cock. Don’t pull out daddy. I want it to stay in there forever. He lowered her off of him. Cyndi got on her.