He was in his early thirties, but there was something about Jo he really liked. She was his type, taller with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a slim physi...ue. Her confidence too, the way she moved and posed for the camera. No doubt about it, she fancied herself and liked men’s attention.He set the props up, with the agreed theme of the fireplace and a rug. As arty as it was, it was an erotic photoshoot. He often wondered what Jo’s husband thought of the photos, as no doubt the photographer had. He’d understand, he always did. He was so good, so caring about things like these, and he had been so happy when she had made the offer for him to come around and that she would give him the best night of his life. She hadn’t wanted to go to his place, nor him to come to hers. In both cases, the parents were going to be a huge factor with what they were about to do. So she had decided on the small underpass in the wooded area that was no longer used. The train had been disassembled some time. To my amazement it was me, I was screaming as he took me deeper and deeper, grunting now with the effort to hold back, not to thrust, all the while taking my entire weight in just his hands. Thinking back to that first time I can't clearly recall how it felt as Otis fucked my brains out in the master bedroom that afternoon. I remember everything better afterwards, as we lay side by side gasping for breath, my body ached in the worst way, but I also felt absolutely wonderful. Otis had stretched. Her movements made her breasts heave and sway, nipples stroked by an unseen touch.As she pulled the pants to her waist, it hugged her ass cheeks, molding itself to them until the surface of the leather was contoured to her own smooth curves. The crotch settled against her pussy and squeezed against her warm and wet folds.She gyrated her hips. The material slid against her slick flesh, her pussy now achy and hot."Take a few steps around the room for me, Gina," said Victor.Gina started to walk..