I jerk and she bounces against the wood. I do it again, jerking to bounce her. I shudder at my own pressure against the wood. The pressure and the ach...e intensify and give me an idea. I move us into a neutral position and get off, lowering Meri to the ground slowly. I ask one of the photographer’s staff to bring me my wrap from the dressing room while I walk quietly over to Meri. I rub her neck a little, and then I unclasp her bra. ”I think it’d be a really sexy look if you wear my fur boa.” She. I started sucking like that I had not eaten anything for ages. I was sucking it, biting it like wild animal and pressing her second boob with my hand which was wet too because of the drainage of milk from it. She was on perfect position; there was only my underwear and her panty between my dick and her juicy cunt. She was moving her bums and by doing this my dick was opening her hole and entering it little over her panty. My dick could feel the heat of her cunt which was building drop by drop. All that sickening heroin chic crap. No, this was a real American woman, with real curves, flesh and blood, with enough beauty and sex appeal to more than impress me, and then she smiled ... nervously, sure, but she smiled when she saw me, a true smile that reached her eyes, not a plaster smile of the sort that I used to see in Sunday school and Bible camp."Hello," I said, breaking the ice for the poor gal, "haven't seen you here before." Nope. I just moved in. Well, we did. Mom and I. Had to. “You have no family?” She shook her head. “Do you have any clothes, papers, things of yours?” She looked at me and smiled. She nodded. “What do you have, hon?”“One night after polizie come and find mother dead, I sneak in home and take things I need to run. Things to remember mother and father. I have dress. I have pants, one more. I have shirt, one more. I have shoes, pretty shoes, two of them. And I have I think American girl call delicate. Some more. I have book of things I think.