The photo faded and a second photo took its place and Jasmine continued, "Not as much as this one! It is better on the film though."Karen gazed open m...uthed at the screen, the photo showed the moment of impact of Jasmine's slaps on her breasts. One breast had just rebounded from a slap while the hand that struck the other breast was just an inch away from making contact. Karen looked at her face in the photograph, even she, could not deny the sexual excitement in her expression.Jasmine laughed. Leading you to the living room. Standing you right in from the reclining chair, kissing my way to the waist band of you jeans. getting on my knees and unbuckling your jeans and with a hard tug pushing them down to your ankles. Kissing and licking the sensitive skin all around you cock and on you thighs.Taking your cock in my hand and holding it against you, I lick from you sack all the way to the underside of your head, flicking the sensitive spot with my tongue. Gently pulling your foreskin. The only thing I think it's good for is ruining the view of the Gulf. I was stationed in Pascagoula, Mississippi when I was in the Navy. Then, the casinos were not even on the horizon and it was a wonderful ride along the coast. The Gulf of Mexico on the south and old Antebellum homes on the north of US 90. There were parks and wide lawns of homes; it was so beautiful.Now all you have is a wall of two and three story barges garishly decorated in neon lights along with the billboards that are. Surely she didn't mean now, here - this was new.This was scary. This was so more exciting than I'd ever imagined - andshe was watching me.''It's Ok; I'll come in with you.' I looked around; the shop assistant was engrossed in a book and casuallyflicked her hand at us as if to say 'carry on'.I opened the door to the changing room. It was large, warm, lined withmirrors and soft lighting, empty except for a red leather sofa in themiddle of the room. She sat down and looked at me, waiting. 'You.