I especially hate shooting pictures of weddings. Worst of all I hate shooting pictures of wedding for my father. He pays me a flat $500 dollar for the... work. It is as much as I make working a full day on the road, but I would have prefer to be out and about. I know for a fact that my dad makes a much heavier hit than I do.Logically I know that he earns it, but I still don't like it. It seems that being family only goes so far. Daddy isn't above making more money for doing less work, but then I. Once I did I looked to see Melissa not only covered in Lavi’s juice but her finger in Lavi’s ass.After a moment Lavi sat up and slowly focused on her words. “Fuck, do that to me again.”Melissa slapped her ass from below. “Nope, your turn to suit up.”“I think Robert has had his dose of cheerleader pussy for the night.”Melissa’s voice turned pitiful, “Babe, I was hoping you’d dress up for me.” Lavi moved faster than I knew she could and within seconds the bathroom door was mostly closed and I. Slowly, he eased his hand underneath the voluminous fabric of the gown, until he was caressing bare skin. Paige's eyes leaped open! "Jack!" she hissed. "What do you think you're doing?" "I think I've found a way to thank myself..." he murmured. He caressed Paige's toned thigh, ever so slowly approaching his goal - her hot box. When he did reach it, he found out - to his delight - that it was completely hairless. "Hey, hey, hey..." he said, surprised. "What do we have here?" Paige giggled.. I could now see that in the corner, was a confessions box. As the priest entered the box, I sank my head firmly down on my boyfriends cock. I kept it engulfed down my throat for as long as I could. I pushed my head to and fro on his cock and made it brush against the roof of my mouth and throat as I let it slide in me. I then pulled my head from it and flicked the top once more with my tongue, at the same time I checked out the background and the confessions box. With no-one in sight I sank.