I’m glad she couldn’t see my face when she was climbing down the ladder – I probably looked like a St. Bernard after a run – tongue hanging to...the ground. I regained control of my tongue by the time she turned to face me. She was the Southern Lady I had been told she was. Exceedingly polite, a beautiful lilt in her voice, a coy smile, an occasional flip of her head or sweep of her hand to move a wayward strand of hair out of her face. One of the few women I had seen in my life that looked so. Habit, I guess.Addison's nipples were there, pointy and hard, just like usual. In my peripheral vision I saw her reach and rub one finger up and down once right where her pussy lips were. I pretended not to have seen it, but I knew she was excited.I was stiff, of course. Just thinking about posing nude with Addie had gotten me stiff. I stuck my head through the curtain and asked Vlad if I should masturbate. He'd turned the room lights back on and was fiddling with his camera."Not this time," he. With her hands she pushes me back some. In her again and not deep enough to harm her, while enough to feel her legs. I let her legs down to the point I can pound her some. This feels good for me and allows me speed fucking. I start and with each stop I head her ass and legs make a SLAP sound. I stroke faster and harder. her hands hold her legs from letting me to deep. Now she cums and ask me to stop. Let me get my breath please. I start again and right back to spanking her with my body, she has. I compared it to a cucumber. And an éclair. You can ask Miss Taylor.” Chad was swiveling his head. “Hi, Chad,” Ashley said. “No way!” she continued, talking to the phone. “She did not.” Long pause. “Bullshit. No, I won’t.” Long pause. The guy with the stiff éclair had stopped stroking and was talking animatedly into the phone. Ashley said, “You are so full of shit . . . OK, deal.” “Miss Taylor,” she said, “I’m sure I should just hang up, but this is too weird, so . . .“ Ashley glanced at Chad,.