He wasn’t so much a friend; more of an associate because he once assisted me with some desperately needed cash by taking photographs as I crouched a...nd spread my butt-cheeks for his camera, while his stammering breath would condensate his forehead with a sultry larvae which plashed against flaying wisps of long, stray, waddling hairs. My rectum crooning for the lens in the only way a rectum knows how to croon. These nude art photos were supposedly all going into an art book of some kind. I was a. Bob danced slow with baby feeling her tit’s with one hand while the other hand play with the crack of Baby’s ass , I stood up and walk behind Baby and rub my rock dick agaist her ass as she and Bob danced.. baby leand back and place a arm around neck and gave me a deep kiss,Bob pull Baby’s shirt up over her big tits and starting sucking on the hard nipples, I watched as Bob ran his hand down to Baby’s hairy pussy and fingered her now wet pussy.. I broke away to get a full view of Bob feeling my. She met me in the town and drove me to her cozy home which I had come very comfortable being in, during the first few hours that Friday evening we caught up with each other, I had informed her how much my father and I have drifted apart and how much I resented him for leaving her, she reassured me that things aren’t as bad as they seem we are still able to see each other and that was more than enough comfort for her. We later poked fun at each other; huddled close on the couch, she shared a. She felt the hands on her hips begin to move in languid circles, moving slowly down her thighs until the fingers caught the hem of her dress. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress the flowered tops of the silk stockings, then the smooth white flesh above them. She moaned softly as her companion's touch almost reached the heat building between her legs, but then slipped away to follow the line of her French-cut black satin panties. Her dress bunched about her waist and the cool air.