As I bit my lip, she shifted.growling... and came up behind me hugging me inner nipple.’ How’s my naughty princess...’ she whispered.grazing my ...ipple with her teeth and massaging between my vagina. Ahhh....’Hugging me tight.grazing my nipple with lips. Grabing my curls twisting. she whispered...ahh..masaging between my vagina slowly,stroking my vagina softly. Nipping my tit. And stroking my curls. Nuzzling slowly in a slumber. My nipples grew hard. As the massage went deeper. I yawned, my. I have a proposition for them. I tell them that I have always wanted to be a photographer. I would like them to pose for some explicit photos. These photos would be for my own personal use. They would get copies too. They are a little dubious to say the least.They ask, "What kind of photos?"I tell them that I want pictures of Juan going down on Lou, Lou sucking Juan’s cock, them fucking, and a facial cum shot from Juan on Lou’s face. Juan seems a little shocked that I would propose such a thing. I’m wearing the same clothes I wore to school yesterday.” She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. “Pen, you need to paint.” I nodded.I wondered about my parents’ casual acceptance of the fact that Annette and I were sleeping together ... having sex ... in my room. It didn’t seem that strange, since Fay and I had slept together on and off for years. Would Fay be as accepting? When I thought of her, I didn’t find any change in the way I felt. I loved her. I loved her as absolutely and. "Jesus, if I was with you I would need a JCB to pull me off of you". I suppose it was meant as a compliment, having to use such a powerful piece of machinery to break our copulation, I laughed with him for a moment, and then we fell silent.Suddenly we were tearing at each other, and I was bent over the table, with him tearing at the flimsy cotton covering my pussy, which gave way easily and my panties lay on the floor in tatters, as I reached behind to feel for him and guide him home into my.