As he chatted away, he kept reaching over and grabbing my leg, patting it or rubbing it. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I felt my cock tinglin...g when he did it. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘if you’ve got some time, I’m a photographer, and I’d love to take you to my place for a little while, and shoot some pictures of you. I’ll gladly pay you for your time.’ I wasn’t quite sure what he had in mind, but I was curious to find out, so I agreed to go with him. He lived alone in an apartment. He took me. He shows Lauar ahow to hold her legs, her knees wide and up towrads her breasts, exposing her soaking wet pussy for him to slide his tongue over, Laura moans while taking a deep breath, obviously enjoying his attentions.Karl adresses you now saying, she keeps a nice clean sahved pussy, just perfect for eating and fucking isn't it? You say yes, she especially enjoys the oral. Karl responds, I bet she is going to enjoy other things alot more tonight.Your wife is moaning even louder now as Karl. . I'm... I'm turning into a girl," he gasped. "How..."Then it suddenly dawned on him. The chocolate. It was obvious. It wasstill in his mouth, melting deliciously. Desperately, he knew that he hadto stop whatever was happening and tried to spit out the chocolate...however, he couldn't do it. His lips remained firmly sealed and hecontinued sucking on it."What the hell?" he gasped again, finding that he could open his mouth totalk, just not to spit out the chocolate. In fact, he couldn't even. Erik crumpled the empty can in his right hand after the last drops had ended up soaking his torn shirt, adding yet another stain. He grumbled something about the purgatory while he threw the can behind him, not caring where it would end up. It landed next to several other crumpled up cans, who had also missed the trashcan that stood next to the door and less than a foot away from them. Erik did not even bother killing the mosquitoes although their bites annoyed him to no end.“Damned heat,” Erik.