Dawn finished her ice-cream, and retrieved her compact from her handbag – a quick check to make sure there was no residual chocolate on her chin, an... a sneaky wipe of lip-gloss and she crossed the road and entered the shop, the motion of opening the door ringing the brass bell that hung above it.The shop was small, and in the corner two guys were chatting, one holding a book whilst looking at it. The taller of the men looked across at Dawn and smiled, “Hello, please bear with me, I’ll be with. I knew her footsteps but my room was in the back of the house and she didn’t often head that way. I didn’t know Greta’s footsteps however. She had been sent to collect the towels for her mom. I was furiously pumping now at a photo of a girl sucking a guy’s dick with his cum running down her chin and I was almost there. I caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye as she pushed open the door but I was too far gone and had no desire to stop. With one final jerk I blew my load all. Everything interested me I discovered.My cameras were much easier to use, and carry around than those used by professional photographers. The image quality might only be 99% when compared to their’s, but it was plenty for me. I wasn’t planning to do any model brochures or wedding. Those type things were like real work. I just wanted to shoot images for the fun of it.I walked through the door in time to think about dinner. “Hey Janet, I shouted from the front door. What you want to do for. .. very elegant ... and the blue veins on the backs tracing those Y- shapes. I think a woman's hand can be sexy." I see ... I guess that makes me one and one." One and one?" I remember you saying Lauren isn't your type and I asked you what your type was. You said you didn't have a type. Well -- EVERYBODY has a type, so I've been trying to figure out what your type is. So far I know you like a girl with elegant hands, who doesn't play the piano. That makes me one and one." I never said I didn't.