Filled with anticipation...you lower your head...softly kissing my inner thigh...your tongue lightly licking... Gliding up...then moving to the other ...one and doing the same... As you move higher...you grasp my legs...raising them over your shoulders...the silky feel of my stockings softly brushing against the sides of your face...your tongue moves higher...you can taste my wetness as you lick higher... My hips my toward you...you know what I want...your tongue moves between my lips...moving up. Truth is,if the image isn't very good there's not a lot I can do so it ismostly a formality.I put the first image into the machine and took a look at the image.Yes, there's a little bit of voyeurism in this job, seeing littlebits and pieces of other people's lives. I'd pass the time making uplittle stories about what I'm seeing, but frankly most of them arejust dull. This one was an exception.The woman who handed me the film roll was in the picture. She wassitting in a chair, in such a pose as. She loved being fucked till she could not walk or sit on her ass. That meant a good fuck session.She then grabbed the boy by his face and pulled him down to her pussy. She told him "Look at my pussy. Spread those pussy lips and lick me all over. I want to feel that tongue and then suck on my clit like it was a nipple and make my cunt cum. Then run your tongue to my hole and tongue fuck me and lick my cum. Then dad will join you and you both can eat my pussy as much as you want. I want to feel. I wake up after getting bed tea from my mother in law. She was wearing nightie that time and the tight fitting of the dress she was wearing make her body much more sexy that moment. I was gazing her like anything that moment, she perhaps noticed that and suddenly she asked- what you are looking at with so much concentration?I was ashamed with my action and start looking at different direction. She perhaps got the hint of my intentions , she went outside to do household work. I was tense and.