My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and Iknew that Margie was going to feel it very soon. I wasnibbling her neck and running my finger...tips over her stiffnipples when her hand reached my hard cock. She gasped andmoved her hand slowly up over my erection as she slowlyinhaled. When she reached the base of it she squeezed itgently and moaned, "Oh Gene, that feels so wonderful... "I tensed a little to make it jerk and swell in her hand andshe jumped a little and giggled like a. I took a few of her standing up asking her just to pose as she felt comfortable; occasionally I would make a suggestion if I felt it was necessary. I did ask her to do a couple of what I consider to be professional model poses, but she quickly complained about the unnatural positions I was putting her in and how much they hurt her. Finally, we took a few shots of her leaning against the wall with one arm over her head and one foot bent so that her heel was against the wall, by positioning a. He led me to his room, not letting go of my hand. It was an amazing hotel room, complete with a kitchen, bathroom and widescreen. I began to suspect that he was a little more successful than I had thought. I didn’t have much time to take in the room though, when Steven turned towards me in the middle of the room. He didn’t have to say anything, because the way his eyes changed when he looked at me then confirmed what was going to happen. He dropped my hand and stepped towards me, lifting his. He knew he had to have her. He said how he would love to meet her for a blowjob in a park.She replied, “Absolutely, I can’t wait to swallow your load. As long as you leave another in my pussy.” He felt his cock swell. “Only if I can keep your panties and take you out for a drink as my cum runs down your legs.” Her reply, “What panties?” He didn’t ask- he told her, “Washington Park by the rose garden at 8 PM. Wear a white dress- no bra.”——It was 7:45 and he didn’t want to be late. He’d been.