She was sitting very still and very quiet, as if she was a porcelain doll, but she was still crying. Big tears ran down her cheeks and down her neck. ...he swallowed, and the muscles moved under her skin. That was the only visible movement. I scratched my head to have a plausible excuse for why I had my head turned in such a way that I looked right at her – just in case she’d look up and catching spying on her. What could be the reason for her crying? A break-up? Loss of a family member? Or had. I tickled his balls and then the area right behind them ever so lightly and began to kiss and lick and bite his tummy and his thighs. I took his balls into my mouth one at a time and took the broad head back into my mouth for just a moment. Standing back up I knew he could see the wet spot where my knees had been because so much wetness had leaked down my legs. We pulled up the hem of my dress, he moved closer and slid his cock between my legs, not inside me yet just between my thighs as he. ”“No talking please. Nice smile. Thank you. Look at me like you want me. Yes. Thank you.”I continued to shoot and when we had finished, she started dancing. I changed the shutter speed to capture the action and took another 40 or 50 impromptu shots. She turned away from me, bent low at the waist and looked back over her shoulder at me. Long, sculpted legs and a very tight ass. That and a playful smile.“Is that good,” she hollered at me. I nodded and she ran to me, grabbed her sweats and pulled. I look over my shoulder one last time and then focus my eyes on the screen. With just two fingers I begin to jerk off in earnest. I want to come so bad now, but not bad enough where I want to use my whole hand. In a bizarre sort of way, I am still teasing myself, taunting myself, almost daring myself to come. I turn on to my back briefly and pull my cock up, marveling at how close I am to coming and at the same time being able to hold hack. I turn back to my side and once again pick up where I.