In the mirror I saw her head jerk back with ecstasy and her mouth open wide in a suppressed orgasm cry. Her body tensed, she thrust her hips, and her ...reasts bounced and swung as her whole body juddered as an obviously exquisite orgasm exploded and seemed to last for ages. Finally she flopped forward whimpering with pleasure. I stayed behind her holding my hand cupped over her juice sodden cunt and stroking her thigh as she quivered with the pulses of her afterglow. It was my turn now! I. “Flynn,” she said, still facing away, “Where's your bedroom?” I nodded. “On your left.” Without a word, she walked into my bedroom. I hesitated. For some reason, I thought she might come back out eventually. She didn't. A few seconds more and I finally followed her in. Jenn was sitting at the edge of my bed. I stood by the door as I watched her. She was breathing deeply but otherwise she sat quietly looking down at her hands. “It's very bright in here,” she said. The mid-afternoon sun came. I was modelling in a fashion show and afterwards, Zoe, one of the hairdressers who'd done my hair for the event came on to me. She was wearing a heavy rubber corset over her blouse (she was a very punk girl) and she just radiated a sluttish sensuality. She was about 5.6, with very full breasts on a slim figure, accentuated by long legs and very high heels. She also wore a lot of eye make-up and had almost white blonde hair, so all in all she was a spectacular figure and I was very attracted to. I washed my hands and casually walked toward the bakery, pretending to look at the various breads and rolls on the shelves.“Hi.” I greeted, finally braving a direct approach to the counter.“Uh... hi.” he replied.“I... I'm Emily.”“I'm... uh, Jacob.”“Hi, Jacob... did you just start here?” I asked, twisting my long auburn hair with my finger.“Yeah, yesterday.”“I didn't think I'd seen you before.”“My uh... my uncle works at the store over on Palmer St. He got me on here as soon as I turned 18.” he.