"Later," he thought as he let their mouths part.The heat was obvious in her face and eyes. Not quite lust, but nymphet heat. Not quite total desire, b...t it was there, glowing at himHe stepped back a ways directing her to keep her face toward the lens, firing away a bevy of shots. She was a natural he thought to himself. Every shot or position he moved her into was better than the last. Of course each little move had to be directed by a touch, some more intimate than others.One time, while he. Either Mrs. Baxter was a very strange woman or she had planned everything because as far as he could see there was not a mirror in the place and Andy was dying to see his reflection.It was nearly ten o'clock when Mrs. Baxter was satisfied and finally dismissed him. "I'll expect you dressed as you are, waiting outside my door at 8.30 prompt Andrea..." She said coolly as she showed him to her flat door. Dropping his keys and the black skirt and blue blouse into his hand she added humourlessly.. ‘Who?’ Bethany already had her hand on the zipper, pulling it down and dropping the light-pink dress onto the floor. ‘Bethany, listen… it was Clarence Darrow, for God’s sake!’ ‘That’s nice,’ she said, reaching behind to unhook her bra and reveal her welcoming breasts, so much like large Hershey kisses. ‘So what?’ she asked. ‘He’s going to defend muhhhhhh…’ He had to stop talking, his mouth was full of dark chocolate. ‘Ahhhhhhhh…’ Her hands were in his hair, pulling him against her, demanding. That was about as big as it had got forthe band. The photo showed them backstage after. Him, with shorter hair,arm round Joey's neck, both beaming; Adam looking goofy at the back andWayne on his mobile probably making deals that ensured they'd staystrictly smalltime.Suddenly, Vincent took a deep draw of smoke and exhaled. "Hey, I've gotan idea," he said. Joey turned from his window surveillance to face him.***"C'mon Wayne, you owe us one, mate!" shouted Vincent. He had his earpressed to the.