She said, “That’s better. How about you follow me up the escalator and take pictures up under my skirt.”I agreed and then she waited for a lull ...n the flow of people and grabbed my arm. She got on and I got on two steps behind her. I held my camera down and clicked it, a flash went off, and it scared me. Thankfully no one noticed. At the top she wanted to see it. It wasn’t bad but it certainly could have been better. That was exactly what she said to me.We went to the next level and that time. That was a whole different ballgame.One last, desperate chance. Ron fished a red felt-tip marker, then a dollar bill out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled "Cyrano" on it. The dollar was grimy and creased, but the writing was legible. As an afterthought, he added, "You're special. I know why. Want to know more?" He thought of including his e-mail address or phone number, but no, that might be pushing things. Gotta play this fish just right. If he had hooked her, she'd meet him again. Right. I could feel her large nipples growing hard as darts against my breast and and my pussy leaked with excitement! Just days ago this woman and her family had taken me so many ways and taught me so much about being a Bbc cum slut. We chatted for a few mins and she invited me in with her as she said there was work to be done but I could hang out with her as she worked. As she went from room to room the talk got around to what had happened in the basement after graduation and I assured her I had. Angelique got up, pushed me back on the bed, and sat on my stomach. She traced circles around my nipples and then she lifted one knee up and placed her foot on the bed. As she leaned to one side she grabbed a hold of my hard cock and positioned the head at her opening. Then she struggled to get her knee back down to the bed and my cock up into her. It was not working very easily either. I was surprised that she was having such trouble. I knew full well that she was wet enough. Eventually I was.