He did the same. I glanced at his bulge. He wasn't at all interested in hiding it. "You never gave me your name last night." I mentioned. "Name's are ...ot important." he answered. "If you're interested in socializing, they are very important." "So, you want to socialize with me? Is that why you want my name?" "This hard-to-get bullshit isn't amusing. I told you my name." "Michael," he put a hand out to me, the same hand he used the night before to masturbate. "It's nice to see you again,. Could we do some of those?" I don't see why not. There's a market for them, particularly for young girls like yourself. They do like the ones with bigger boobs, though." Screw that. I've got what I've got. Let's get started." So we shot some very soft-core porn shots, mostly with her flirting with the camera, lying on the couch and then on a sheepskin on the floor, and positioning her hands in a way that suggested that she was almost ready to masturbate, but not quite. My dick had gotten soft. DJ stepped out of the shower and stood in the early morning sunlight, grabbing his towel and unconsciously heading toward the kitchen and the smell of fresh coffee. Allison stepped from the deck into DJ’s kitchen and had to catch her breath at the sight of him. His fire gear lay strewn across the floor where he dropped it on his way in from an all night fire just an hour earlier. The thought of him in his fire gear made her almost as hot as staring at him in his current state, his naked body. "To Shelly's success on her exams," Sir says as we all clink our glasses together.All of us down our champagne and Sir refills our glasses."Shelly, you look stunning," Sir Stewart says as he strokes my arm and kisses my cheek.Sir and Sir Thompson follow his lead. We sip our champagne as they continue.Sir then holds me with one arm, takes a sip from his glass and kisses me. We share the champagne in his mouth while he squeezes my arse. Sir Thompson is behind me, kissing my neck as his hands rub.