Click, click, the shoot flies by. These girls are driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about the nipple torture in Emory’s clip. I seem to w...nt to focus on their nipples in my shots, I need to tone this down a little or Jeff will think I’m shooting a porn piece instead of a fashion piece. God they are hot, it’s just making my pussy wet. Am I panting? Get a grip Jane. I’m blaming Emory for this. I shouldn’t have worn this thong, I don’t even like them, but this is just rubbing me in. “Actually, yes,” I admitted.“Good,” Sonya smiled, “I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t.”Sonya leaned forward, and placed her cup on the coffee table. She sat back, with her head on my left shoulder, looking up at me, and said, “Got any plans for the next hour or so?”“No,” I answered, “What about you?”Sonya swung around to kneel between my knees, so her face was close to mine, and I could smell her sexy, girly scent. “Last night, you went down on me,” she said, meaningfully, “and it was. It felt big and hard as I guided him towards my fanny entrance.My fanny needed no persuading to let him slip inside me; I wanted it as much as he did. He pushed and my fanny stretched to accommodate the might size of his cock, we both moaned simultaneously. He was thoughtful for his mom’s fanny and went nice and slow.“Oh Gary that’s nice”Gary was outstretch on his arms over the top of me watching his cock slid in and out from his mom’s fanny, he was like a little boy with a new toy, grinning. He handed it to her, avoiding her eyes, and shivered as her long nails scraped his hand when she took the money. She thumbed through it for a moment, then spoke. “You may come inside. I already have a few tasks for you.”Stewart did as she asked, grabbing the backpack and lifting himself off the ground as quickly as his cold bones would allow. He kept his eyes low as he followed her into the house. It was warm inside, the fireplace in the entryway burning bright already. “You may look at me,.