Then Karla turned in Doug’s arms and melted her lips to his. Their kiss not only shorted out the drive on the Nikon, it blew out the NBC camera. Rea...izing what had happened, the NBC cameraman fled toward the door to get a spare.The Reuters photographer’s eyes were bugged. Shaking his head in utter bewilderment he said softly, “I’ve been taking pictures for over twenty years. But never in my life have I seen a kiss like that one. Please accept my personal congratulations on what I am positive. Imagine what it would be like to negotiate a price with a complete stranger, to sell your body, to take a cock and know that it had no past and no future, just a present of flesh and hardness and wetness of thrusting and orgasm, leaving nothing behind but a residue of money.Of course, she is sober and sensible enough to realize that while there might be excitement, all too much of it would be ordinary in its own way, that the life of a whore is exhausting and degrading, that its pleasures are. Brianna crumpled the note and tossed it towards the trashcan. She rolled her eyes as it fell way short to become another thing she'd have to clean up. Brianna saw her John Deere flannel pajama pants peeking out of one of the holes of the laundry basket. The pajamas—green with pictures of little tractors all over them—were a gag gift from Allison a few Christmases before, but they quickly became her favorite because they were so comfortable.She turned on her stereo and Sisqo's "Thong Song". "Maybe. I am not jealous, only him", and she flashed me one of her great smiles.By this time I was caressing her at ease, my hand running slowly up her thigh and then over her tummy to her full round breasts which were floating on the surface of the bubbling water.Around us other people were getting in and out, cavorting and stroking each other, talking loudly, but we were left alone to enjoy ourselves, my cock floating up and knocking regularly against her thigh, her back, with her smiling at.