Of course, maybe they can stroke their cocks while they watch I would say.We loved the dirty talk back and forth. Usually with me fucking them all or ...ucking them and getting a big facial. The more we talked about it the more we got turned on. We both knew something was going to happen over the next year while we all lived together.Our first weekend back I went out with the girls. I got all dolled up, stockings and garter belt, black skirt, tight v-neck and lace bra to show off my tits. They. She started laughing and pointed her finger towards my groin.I understood that they are my balls. I asked her why she took this snap and when she did . She told that she took the snap today early morning before I woke up. She called this as ‘hanging balls of aadristh’ just like hanging gardens of babylonia.I heard this long back when I was in my 8th standard.She said that this pic will be with her for lifelong.I asked her to prepare breakfast. She put too many chocolates into the bath tub. She. The smell from my lavender candle lingered in the air as I put a movie into the DVD player. A comedy that night, I needed a good laugh after having a big fight with my boyfriend. I had just settled onto the couch when my phone vibrated. It was from my friend Cole; he lived in the unit that was directly across the courtyard from mine. When the blinds were open we could both see into each other’s apartment clear as day. His text said, “I see you! Cute PJs haha!” What a smartass I thought. I was. I did her a headshot, which looked good (and got her a little more attention, she said), but a few days later she said she wanted something a little bit more involved. We scheduled for Saturday, when Pippa would be out and we could have the house to ourselves. I couldn't wait. A bunch of real photos of Kate for the wank bank, and a big favour owed too. Luckily that morning saw some bright sunshine and the house was filled with light. Things would look good. I made some coffee, got the camera.