Margaret Bourke-White as well as Ansel Adams. Maybe Steichen. Who was that French photographer? She’d have to look at history there, too.This was go...ng to be more extensive than she had planned. In fact, every time she thought about it, the project got bigger. What she’d do, what she’d have to do, it make the outline as extensive as possible and then prune it mercilessly. Like her mother with bonsai. But while the dissertation would be trimmed, it wouldn’t be a miniature.“Hey! Are you asleep?”. She laughed, the sound rising like stars to kiss the air around them, and dove beneath the water, the ivory froth-faeries scattering in her wake.Reed waited, thumbs hooked casually into the pockets of his faded black jeans, a mixed look of awe and boredom vying for control of his clean-cut chiseled features.When she emerged again, a smile pasted across her delicate, glass-like face, she threw her body into the air and rose above the surface. Reed faked a yawn and studied his fingernails, he. Nicole grabbed his tie, turned and led him to the bed. As he reached the bed, she turned and let her hands drop to his bulge in his pants. Her fingers rubbed and traced his hard cock through his pants as she planted a kiss on his lips. “Baby, looks like you need something taken care of,” she stated as she released the kiss. Her hands began to unbuckle his pants then unzipped them. With one motion she pulled his pants and boxers down and let them fall to the ground. Her hands immediately. I think He's going to fuck me right here and I was right! I was so fucking horny by now I think to myself I won’t his cock in me and I am all so thinking maybe the other guys will fuck me also I just love to be well used. Terry starts fucking me and I'm making noises it just fills so good, then I tell him oh god yes give it to me deep honey. Looking at the people all watching me take my hubby’s 11 inch cock and telling him to give it all to me, some of them just shack their heads. Hubby fucks.