Together.Blood pulsing through her with a wanton ache, Dana wanted him back, wanted to hear the smooth tone of his deep and rich voice. She wanted to ...eel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she knew.Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried. ”Then, not to ruin it before tonight, I just threw on an old pair of undies, an old t-shirt and blue jeans. After I got dressed, the doorbell rang. So, I went downstairs to answer it. When I opened the door, there was this chubby fat young teen with light brown hair, glasses and sucking on a lolly-pop, so naturally, I started to talk to the kid:“Hi.”“Howdy.” She said.“Who are you?”“I’m Pam’s cousin, Theresa.”“How old are you?”“Kyra’s age.”“Well, what are you doing here?”“Um, selling. I did see some cum escape from her mouth and run down my shaft but Daisy wasn’t wasting any and as my cock started to soften she made sure every last drop was taken, she looked up at me and smiled as she licked her lips.She stood up and straightened her clothes, her nipples clearly visible through her pink tee shirt and her little grey shorts neatly in place.“Oh, you’ve woken up, did you have a good sleep?” she asked in a serious voice, what shit was this girl smoking? I played along“Oh yes” I. I climaxed as soon as his tongue touched my pussy, and then several times as his cock pushed in and out of me. We both collapsed and slept for an hour and actually missed evening meal.The next day hubby wanted to take more photos. There was a large old window in our room, with a low window sill, big enough to stand on and he wanted to take some glamour shots of me.I agreed but having been in my "outdoor" gear yesterday, I said I wanted to put on some make up and nice lingerie first. I could.