The oral business was generally just shots of the back of her head bobbing up and down in some guy’s lap like a sex toy sent for his playtime withou...t a single word of dialogue unless it was something like, “Oh, my God!” or simply a long sexy, drawn out “Yessss!” The writers were not really writers, just hacks that stuck some words in to support the visual candy of bare skin and open mouths galore.The first thing that hit her eyes at the casting studio was the huge sign that said, “All models. Don't you want me to return the favor?" Get dressed. We're leaving." You didn't like our picnic," Jane pouted provocatively, with a half-grin, as if trying to seduce Laura all over again.Laura gave a furtive glance over her shoulder, seeing that the spectators had disappeared. She smiled and caressed Jane's cheek with her finger."Honey, I don't think I've ever had a picnic that compares with this one. I loved every minute of it."Reluctantly, Jane began to put her clothes back on too. "Yeuhhh,. I always loved girls dressed like that. Her white shirt with a tie allowed me to see her white bra, her plaid skirt was the pleated kind, and her black loafers finished off her outfit.I thought to myself, She wants me to hold a ladder while she climbs up. You bet!I followed her out behind her house. There was her mother standing near an old heavy wooden extension ladder from the fifties. Her mother was a work of art herself and dressed just like her daughter.I laughed and asked, “Are you still. I'd fucked my wife several times that night too and gotten an enthusiastic blowjob her. She was in her element with all the attention these eager white guys were giving her. I was amazed that she hadn't wanted to stop after the first hour.I couldn't really remember how many time's she'd been fucked or how many times these guys as cum in her, but Carlota seemed to want more and wasn't slowing down in the least bit.As I watched my boss humping Carlota's rump I thought back to the other day when.