My bisexual lover kept up the very slow grinding of his hips into my own pelvis as I ran my hands up and down his naked back, bare ass cheeks and imag...ned those strong thigh muscles making sure I enjoyed every second. It felt great feeling his heavy body on mine as we lay in my bed while the sound of traffic and footsteps rushed by my window. The day was just about to start for some, while mine had began in the best way possible. A hot and sexually charged cock, waiting to pound me silly before. Alone in her room at night June would sigh. All the other girls her age were getting married. Even fat Beatrix had married the baker's son. He and she would laugh and eat cakes all day, happy in their union, their cherubic faces red from the heat of the ovens. June felt emptiness in her heart but the hardness which was in her breast was like a dyke keeping everything inside separated from the life outside. The seasons passed her by, June serving dinners and beer in her mother's Inn.And so it. I had afinal glimpse of my cock hanging down between her thighs as shevanished into the shadowy interior. It was the last time I would eversee it.She stepped back out clad in a skin tight Little Black Dress which leftno doubt at all that she was again complete female."Want me to help you get up? I could give you a hand going to thebathroom and getting dressed and so on."I sat up and looked down at myself. The view was breathtaking. I heftedmy breasts in my hands, rubbing the nipples with my. Off I went to take a few snaps which didn’t turn out too bad. I showed them to a friend of mine who does photography as a second income. He was quite impressed and said he has a model shoot coming up if I was interested he would ask if I could join him.A few weeks later I got a call from my friend saying that all was ok and the shoot was next week if I was available. Which I was luckily.So the day came and we sat in the studio waiting for our model to turn up. My friend turned to me and said.