I took the fingers she kept over her pussy lips and slipped them into my mouth. Her juices still coated them, and as I sucked, Jill wrapped her free h...and around my cock."Mmmmm, I think Mr. Photographer enjoyed the show," she said, tugging lightly at the shaft and rubbing the head over her bikini."Godd yess," I moaned as she teased me with her fingertips. My dick throbbed in her hand. Jill stretched up to kiss me, all tongue, her hand wrapped around my neck."I bet Mr. Photographer has a dick. Well, why not? Money was hard to come by back in those days.Dearest Kindred Soul,Do I long to gaze into your eyes, breathe your scent, caress your cheek... and melt in your arms? Do I wish share with you the sheer joy of just being alive? Does the eagle rejoice in its flight and do the stars burn in the deep velvet of the night?Touching, connecting -- that furious spark when two become One. It's so much more than the joining of the flesh, you know. And the most intimate form of the Loving Act. Breaking the embrace she released him and sat back on the bed. “Now my beautiful young man, you are going to be given a lesson in the anatomical details of a woman like no other you have ever had” she cooed.“Dad has already given me a very detailed description and a book to read” he responded. “But he didn’t have a live model did he” she queried. She adjusted her position on the bed to sitting against the bed head propped on pillows and drawing her knees up to her chest. “Now sit here at my. I haven't been given one by Bill for a few years."I need someone who Gae will share me with - someone else, someone special, someone hard - preferably a male who presses my buttons, whether I agree to having them pushed or not. My wants will be immaterial. I don't want sex from you; I've had sex with males and am less than impressed. I want to be used, not satisfied. I will otherwise do whatever you want: anywhere, anytime and anything. I need to be given a reason to tell Bill to piss off. As.