I didn’t realize, I was just making a joke.”She basks in his blubbering for just a few moments before looking down and shaking her head. “It’s...okay, I’m not mad or anything. It’s whatever.”He straightens up, “Let’s start again, I’m Clayben, your photographer.”She takes him hand with only a touch of apprehension. “I’m Nicole.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Flaherty. You wanna ... Why don’t we head to the studio?”After he gets over his mortification, Clayben is rather kind. He gets a few shots. "And you're looking good as well."I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I couldn't help but feel proud. Compared to when we had seen each other last year, I looked much more grown up now, and pretty damn good, if I say so myself. Thanks to my sister Mattie's grooming advice and fashion tips (which I'd finally agreed to listen to, after years of wheedling) my hair was no longer a shaggy mess and I no longer sported a healthy amount of facial stubble She wasn't the only one surprised by. I am sat on the outside balcony with a cold, crisp glass of sauvignon blanc in my hand, my dark hair falling around my shoulders as I push the straps of my sundress down to avoid lines, or at least, that's what I try to tell myself.My mind has been wondering all day, fantasizing about you, even though I know you will be home soon. I can't stop myself from thinking about your strong hands running up my thigh, your fingers tantalisingly teasing my pussy and your tongue gliding over my clit. I am. He slowly began working away at her, taking his time to feel himself entering her. Her assailant briefly mumbled something to the others and in unison, they turned her over on to all fours.With his black cock still firmly lodged inside her, he began thrusting himself into the little blonde. Everybody had a perfect view of Sarah on her hands and knees with her gorgeous ass in the air and a large black cock sliding in and out of her. Sarah's head was bowed, her eyes wide shut as she felt the.