I said, “shall we do it now?”“Why not? Are you busy”?”“No, but we’ll need better costumes, I mean you look great now. But do you have so...ething flashy modern for a photo than a salwar?”“Go get the cam, let me worry about the dress”I went out to car, got camera, tripod and lights.When I got in and came back to first floor, she was inside room… the door wasn’t properly locked. I had an instinct to peep.When I saw in she was wearing a loose light green t-shirt and was removing her pant to wear a. She was looking up at me, the black choker contrasted her blond hair in light of the moon, she looked incredibly sexy. I saw a quick flicker of her tongue across her lips, making them wet. She demanded silently, “Kiss me.”The kiss was quick, eyes open, tasting and testing, but soon we were making out, hands exploring bodies, mouths moving while the tips of our tongues joined the mating ritual. The sensation of her lips on mine was dizzying. My marijuana-enhanced mind spun, my head pounded,. Lick's story, if you believe him, and I wasn't sure I did, begins sometime later. He couldn't say for sure what time that was though, since he never bothered to look at the clock. He knows how to tell time, believe me, it's just that he's a dog and so time is totally irrelevant to him, a fact he likes to point out when I'm running late for school."You shoulda been born a dog, Tiff," he'll say and I just growl at him.Now my mom is an attractive woman by human standards, and so by dog standards. Jon put his hands on my back right above my ass cheeks. This position put more pressure on my inner clitty. I felt disembodied from the pounding of his cock. I was trying to tell everyone how good it felt, but it just came out in gibberish. My head was flopping around because I couldn’t control my body. I only had one thing on my mind, getting fucked harder. My legs would shake uncontrollable as waves of intense titillation shot from my boipussy. My hands dug into Jon’s thighs trying to keep.