You are having fun aren't you, Miki?"I didn't hesitate for a second. I smiled and said, "Yes, master. I am having a wonderful time. I do have one regr...t though. I am sorry that we didn't have a photographer so that I could have started an album like my mother's."Jon said, "Yes, we considered inviting one of our close friends who is good with a camera. Some close-ups would have been nice. But the afternoon has been recorded for posterity. There are three movie cameras focused on that blanket. He was absolutely huge. And all that cum he produced. No wonder he masturbated so often, the pressure to release all that cum must be enormous. Heather felt her climax rushing up. Her back arched and her legs quivered as her own orgasm overtook her.The next day was a Saturday. Heather and Chris usually slept late and it was also their custom to eat a large pancake brunch. Heather awakened even later than usual. She was still groggy from the night before. She really didn't want to dress so she. He had also hoped she would finally realize what a wonderful young woman she was since Wayne—her ideal man—had recognized that in her. The producer knew how much he loved her. Wayne still called him every once in a while just to find out how she was and what she’d been doing. I wonder how he’s going to take the news that you’ve married! The producer was impressed with her new husband. Well, well…you’re quite a specimen! An FBI agent with a great physique and very handsome—the camera would. "I feel great. I had a great time and so did Phil. And it doesn't seem to have had any effect on how we feel about each other. We've talked about it since then, and we both admit we really enjoyed all that uninhibited sex. I'm kind of surprised, but it didn't really change how we feel about each other. I guess I just haven't figured out what it means.' She looked across the table at Ned. "And don't tell me it doesn't need to mean anything.'"Did I say a word?' Ned replied."No, but... I guess I.