"Mr. Sterling," she said."Ma'am," I said, drawing up a chair. "Can I ask you something? That's a lovely dress, by the way."Mrs. Jenkins could see a su...kup a mile away."Um, do you know any Jewish, ma'am?" I asked, ignoring her glare.Mrs. Jenkins looked at me coldly."Jewish is a religion, Mr. Sterling," she reminded me."Yes, ma'am, a religion," I agreed. "But isn't there some sort of, uh, language?"There had to be some sort of language, what with the shiksas and the mitzvahs and everything. I. One significant problem was lighting. Even with every light in Carol’s bedroom turned on, and a few lamps brought in to add to the illumination, the picture on the small monitor was dark. There was some improvement, but not much, when we moved the equipment to a windowed room and used it in daylight. Despite the picture quality, it was a thrill to see on a monitor for the first time what we had recorded with the camera. Once we had mastered the basics, Carol could not wait to undress and pose. Leah simply watched the girl with hungry eyes. "Can we talk? Thanks, Leah, you're the best! So you won't believe what I saw Brad do. Wait, I should back up."Megan stepped into a small puddle of slime and yelped."Hey, what is this stuff? Jessie and I were wondering. It's pretty gross." I had a lava lamp explode," Leah whispered quietly as she closed the door and moved closer to Megan. "It's icky. Why haven't you cleaned it up?" Had an assignment due, took priority," Leah said tonelessly. Megan. I resumed my kissing and now started playing with my tongue playing with hers. It was sweet, nectar-like.We both started undressing now. She was looking like a perfectly ripe mango. Her boobs were snow white with pink pebble-like nipples. I bit and played them to heart’s content. She now removed her lower and panty. My goodness, her shaved white fresh pussy was looking like a wonder to me.I started parting her delicate petals and planted a kiss there. She slithered like a snake wanting more. I.