Jennifer’s hand found my slowly awakening cock and her fingers lightly ran down the sides of my shaft. Wrapping her hand around me, she slowly pumpe...d up and down, feeling me respond within her grasp. It didn’t take much effort for her to have my cock rigid. My hand slide between her legs from behind while she was playing, to explore the growing wetness hidden there. Spreading her lips, I pressed one finger between them, dipping into the wetness I found there. Running my finger around her pussy. I don’t think girls will ever do that.I asked her what were the measurements she was doing to that lady?She said that lady wanted a customised dress made of different material so I was noting her sizes to get it stitched.I asked her I want to learn how you do that. She thought for a while and said ok when there was a break. Her parents were sleeping in the adjacent room of the room we were now.She took the tape and asked me hold it. She asked me to take the tape to her waist and measure it. She. "I love the way you've captured my spirit in the poses you've selected. Did you do them from memory? I've never posed for anyone." Ok, I'm busted," I confessed. "I've been taking photos of you almost every day. I realized I didn't have a model for my figure studies so that was my out. That and the memory of your emotions at the time I shot them."She moved over to my favorite, where she is stretching toward the sky, on tip toes, with her breasts thrust forward and her ass pulled in. "I. " Who does it to you?" I haven't had anyone do it to me in a while." I looked around, the room seemed to be watching. "Let's go into my room. My room was just down the hall a little more. Our house was a converted trailer, there were all sort of room at this end of it. My room was filled with books, my nephew always loved looking through these books but I always told his grandmother to not let him go in there alone in case he stumbled upon some of the porn magazines I stowed away in there. I.