Und dashie? erst einmal die M?dchen zu beruhigen.Ich trank einen hei?en Kakao, der extrem gut schmeckte. Und dazu gab eskleine Schokoladen-T?felchen. ...chokolade soll ja Gl?cksgef?hle wecken. Indiesem Moment war ich nicht abgeneigt, es zu glauben. Der Kakao war sogut, dass ich das Gespr?ch zwischen ihm und Mom kaum mitbekam.Ich wachte aus meiner Schokoladen Trance erst auf, als er mich ansprach."Mit deiner Mom ist alles geregelt, nun lass uns ins Studio gehen. DerFotograf m?sste jeden Moment. She wrangled the back of it. Her ass was jiggling, she was 10 lbs. overweight, shorter than tall, brunette with pale skin. She propped up on one foot exposing her beautiful pussy, I put my hand on her calf. I wanted to express to her that she was revealing herself. She hadn’t even noticed. She looked down at me and smiled, she was proud that she fixed the vent. She turned around, her crotch within inches of my face. u*********sly, I hadn’t let go yet, she put her hand on my head and said” we. “Ooh, I could use that,” Kristen said, caressing my hand. “Good. You’re my woman, tonight,” I grinned, thinking how stupid Trent was to hurt her.*We sat in a nice, secluded booth. Wendy was right, it was very romantic. For some reason, maybe loneliness, or joy that she was there was with me, I held her hand the entire dinner. We spoon fed each other dessert too. She told me I was beautiful. I blushed, but let it roll off me. I figured she was telling me this, being sweet to me, hoping. It was this need that led her to be a waitress at a local gentlemen's club. It was a real eye opener when she worked her first night. First there were the dancers who were nearly young enough to be her daughter. Then there were the men who would cop a feel on her but the most shocking was at the end of the night when one customer offered her a big tip for a blow job out in the parking lot. She settled for her normal trips. This was routine that her life fell into and after a couple of months.