She was sitting on our lounge with her legs turned to the side and leaning back, elongating her sexy body her arms above her head. In the next image I... could see she was wearing white cotton panties. Soft sexy virginal ones. Her legs were spread slightly and I could clearly see the shape of her legs as they disappeared under the skirt and the white of her knickers stretched tight against her cunt.The photographer had gotten closer by the third image and must have sat on the floor between. “And horny again,” she added.Jim did come back to himself within a few days. The robotic movements faded to his more natural gate and carriage, and his maniacal stares became intelligent looks, and he began talking more naturally again. The frequency of his masturbation slowed, and his penis, which had become angry and inflamed from the constant abuse, regained its normal color. While Julie no longer needed to tell him to do everything, when she did tell him to do something, he did it. It seemed forever before he placed both hands on top of her head, probably as a warning. She paid no attention, continuing her slow rhythmic movements with her hands and mouth, relentless in her obvious pursuit. The sight of that huge black cock invading her tiny white face was something I had never imagined. When Jackson came, Wendy seemed oblivious, her mouth and hands slowly working his cock. White cream bubbled from the corners of her mouth endlessly, dripping down her chin and onto her. " Fuck your fingers harder." You start to tremble. "I said faster. Now, fuck it." You start to moan almost continuously. "Faster on your clit." Your tremble gets stronger. "Hold it back, then crash into it." Your eyes are shut tight. "Be mine." Your moan rises in pitch. "Be my dirty girl." You convulse and scream. I hold your hair in my hand. It must hurt the way you pull against it. You don't seem to notice. You just scream and shudder.Your hands slow down and you slump with your ass resting.