”“That beer?” the girl asked, relaxing some and pointing to the bag sitting on the table.“Yeah,” I said, reaching inside and pulling out a c...an. “Want one?”“I’m not supposed to drink,” she said. “I’m too young. Of course I want one.”I looked at the girl again. My initial estimation of her age was way off. Petite didn’t even begin to describe this girl. She was tiny.A blond, she was wearing a pair of flip-flops with no socks, her thin, coltish legs leading upwards to a very small, tight pair of. I confess that I was very intrigued. She had c***dren, in school at that moment. She and her husband took advantage of that time alone for him to photograph her. She became very sensual and erotic when she was being camcorded, loving that experience of dancing naked in total sexual abandon, in her boots or heels. Sometimes, her husband-photographer, a historian by profession, got so turned on he had to stop and just take her. On the floor or up on the top of their dining table. She loved it. Gorgeous sweetheart.” She moved her hands to her pussy and slipped the crutch of her panties into her moist pussy crack. Pulling hard from underneath, the material was lost into the folds of her smooth scented skin.The clicking stopped as the guys stood in amazement. She wanted to look behind her to see what was happening. As she did, all the guys were jostling for position to get their heads as close as they could to her pussy. She could feel their hot breath on the cheeks of her arse. Then a. I opened the door, then stopped dead in my tracks when I saw you. You were turned away from me, just straightening up after leaning over to pick something up. I was stunned by the sight of you, for you were wearing rather less clothing than I had expected – a diaphanous blouse, no bra, panties and sandals with raised heels. You were still slightly bent over as I walked in, which had the effect of focusing my attention on the beautiful shape of your slender and oh-so sexy ass. The loveliness of.