Jen was a lovely girl,mid 5ft with a size 6 figure,she had always had small boobs but due to her having a good job had paid for two boob jobs and went...from a B to GG tits,they were amazing and i loved playing with them.Sex was great but as time went along Jen`s need for me became too much and i was often out of service with a sore cock.We had not had sex for about a week and one weekend my friends and i was going for our usual weekend away fishing,Friday came and Jen had gone to work,my friend. I flexed my fingers and felt him stiffen. I moved my mouth to his cock, taking him to the balls. He was in heaven.I kept the fingers buried and began to weasel in a thumb. Once I had it in past the first knuckle I was able to pull that smooth fuck hole open. The head of my cock is pretty thick and I knew Jason was going to have to be pretty loose to take it. "Got any lube?" I asked, jacking his hard cock while he tried to think about my question. Jason’s right arm flopped back and felt around. .I picked out the underwear from the sets he had on hand (it seemed to be clean)... Losing my inhibitions ever so slowly, I went for a slightly racier number: dark red bra and panties with a Chinese-style print, complete with a garter belt. I kinda felt like showing it off in the next photo session.Rick gave me a black 'bob wig' and a duster, and started shooting. I pretended to dust things put onto the photography area: a standing lamp, a chair, a small table... I provocatively turned my butt. . ‘dream about me.’‘Sweet dreams to you, too, my girl.’She did dream about her dad. She dreamed of him holding her, kissing her, loving her. Lying in bed, almost asleep in that twilight world, her hand went down again, softly touching between her legs. Tonight she lay in bed naked. She had wanted to feel the freedom of just sheets against her body. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing slowed. Her thoughts of desire mixed with images of her with her father. She felt warmth below her belly..