'I think I understand that. You're sort of solitary and self-contained and quite selfish, but generous too. That sounds silly, but it's the only way I... can put it.' She settled back in her chair and half closed her eyes. The room was warm and peaceful and we sat quietly, not feeling the need to speak, for nearly half an hour. Then she rose to her feet and bent over to get something from the pocket of her robe. Her ass was perfect and I could see a hint of her pussy lips in the shadowed valley. Her body tightens. He says are you wet or is it from the water? She stays quiet. "Oh so now you don't want to talk". He slides his finger in her. "oops" he says. She stays still, hoping he will stop. He says "you want me to pull it out"? He wiggles his finger. Her body tightens more. Her insides tighten around his finger. He wonders if she is a virgin.He moves his finger in and out of her. His dick starts leaking pre-cum. He pulls out his finger, goes near her ear and sucks the juices off his. Suddenly John grabbed my growing erection and he stroked my foreskin up and down my throbbing dick as ordered me to get down on my knees and suck his hard cock.Without any hesitation I went straight down on that magnificent prick of his and took every bit of it down my throat. John was fucking my face and pulling my prick so hard that I soon shot my seed all over his hand as he let loose a salvo of warm semen down my throat.When I arrived home at evening, I was greeted by a goddess. My sensual. She asks me about my day, which I skim over, and I keep her talking about hers as we smoke outside. "I called that Camille woman, remember, from Puerto Rico?" she asks, exhaling smoke, and I nod. "Yeah, well, I thought maybe I could make some extra cash if she's serious. She set something up for me this weekend, I might let them take pictures of me," she smiles as if it's funny. "You won't be naked will you?" I wonder aloud, and she laughs. "No, I don't plan on nude photography being part of.