Meyer had taken of me and for some reasonthey looked different on paper. I still had a hard time believing theywere pictures of me. Cindy was right; I...was beautiful, drop deadgorgeous. To say it kind of creeped me out would be an understatement.The first picture was easy to see me, because it was, just me, nomakeup. The only thing that bothered me about the picture was I stillwas pretty in an understated way."What can you tell me about that photo, Mark?" Mrs. Meyer asked."It's me and except for. Janelle also remembered how he loved her -- she had felt that as well. He had felt the love with his skin, then it soaked into his muscles, and his brain, and heart, and filled him completely. When she thought about loving Bob, she felt it first in her stomach, and it moved into the rest of her body, especially her sexual organs, then made her skin glow and -- she thought -- it was as if it was shining from her skin into the rest of the world. She ran a hand through his crewcut hair and kissed. I looked over at his window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but his room was dark. I was certain that he was in his room, watching, so I left all my lights on. “You know…if you did that to me…I wouldn’t have came on your ass. I would have been buried in that ass,” he grunted. I pushed my toy deep inside my cunt. As wet as I was, there was no resistance. As my pussy sucked on the latex shaft, I listened to his voice, as he told me what he would have done to me. “I would have fucked your. I kissed her again, I kissed her neck in a few places, and then I started kissing her small perky breasts. I kissed and sucked her nipples. Then I knelt down and took my first taste of her baby pussy. It was sweet but it was also very wet. She was almost dripping from her excitement. I had done my job.I stood up and I kissed her again. Then I asked her if she truly wanted me to fuck her. She looked me right in the eyes, smiled, and said yes.I held my cock up to her puffy slit and poked the head.