”“You and Carol got that wig. Don’t push it Rann, I can be a real bitch sometimes,” he then broke out into a very raucous laugh and waved us a...ay.The photographer arrived, making a rather splashy entrance; His assistants quickly putting up a green screen, for putting in the background to the pictures later. They also quickly put up some of those cannon lights, that will keep the lighting from looking like it was done inside, which never made any real sense to me. They brought in a couple of. If I turned this down, I’d be drafting wills and interpreting testamentary intent for the rest of my life. My mind made up, I went in search of Steve. I didn’t have far to go. He was in the kitchen mixing a drink for Jane Harper. Steve saw me, and raised his eyebrows inquiringly. ‘OK,’ I said, spreading my hands, ‘count me in.’ A huge grin split his face. ‘I knew it,’ he cried. ‘Welcome, partner! My instincts were right all along!’ Jane Harper looked intently at me, seeing me for the first. When she walked each cheek shook which always made me hard. She had short brown hair that resembled a pixie cut with a little salt in it. Her glasses were a bit big and kind of nerdy, which I loved and her shoes were the kind of river sandals you get for camping or floating. A real science teacher look.Before my mind could get away, I called across the street, "H-Hey Ms Spalding, looks like you be got your hands full. Can I help you with that equipment?" She politely looks back with a smile,. She screamed and gasped and squealed as I sucked on her clit and hummed her through a huge, crashing orgasm. Her whole body trembled as she rode out the pleasure until it was too much for her and she tried to back away.I chuckled and held on tight, holding my lips around her clit and lashing it mercilessly until she had another right on top of the old one, thrashing so violently that this time, she did flop back onto the bed, my face still plastered to her lips, not letting her go that.