"Blaine shook his head. "Why? They're beautiful as is." You're only saying that because they're always curled when you seeme." John laughed. "If you w...nt me to look cute, then I have to do alot of work before I see you." He smiled as he pulled the device awayfrom his eye and kissed Blaine's cheek.Joanne put her bag down and laughed, "Oh, my goodness, Ed. Look at themess they've made here. You get them all into the kitchen to eat. I'lltake care of this." Don't worry about it, Joanne." Ed looked. I immediately realized there was a problem with Elie's hand on his asscheek blocking her face from the camera. I told her to move her hand and then Jack's asscheek was blocking her face, so I had Jack hold his own asscheek and expose both her face and his asshole. I thought this delay might give Elie time to change her mind, but once the scene was camera-ready she lowered her head, tongue out, to the same spot about two inches from his asshole, and the camera (and I) could see it all.Slowly she. He was slightly short andslender, but he carried himself arrogantly, like a man who wants to bethought of as the macho type. He wore an expensively tailored, trendyoutfit: cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a beige denim shirt with westernstitching. This shirt was unbuttoned nearly to the waist, set off by abrown leather vest and a heavy chain of solid gold. In short, hie wholeappearance was that of a little wimp with enough money to convincehimself that he looked ultra-masculine--- And he was. I had not gotten out of bed until noon that day and had even taken an unplanned nap that afternoon when my afternoon-lover fell asl**p. When I smiled to myself, the edges of my mouth turned up slightly, cat-like. Most people did not catch the expression and only my closest friends knew what it meant. Men were so predictable. This guy only knew that I seemed to be hanging on his every word and smiling, so he must have really impressed me with his business smarts, right? Now he had to close the.