Honey might have known that I was watching, but it didn't matter to her. In her mind, my only excuse for living was to bring that cock to her door. I...t was what she wanted and I only hoped I could satisfy her. Honey began taking it into her mouth slowly, almost reverently. A placid look of bliss came over her face as my cock worked its way past her pomegranate red lips. She gurgled slightly as she swallowed its length. The vibrations in her throat stimulated me, making my trigger throb and. That was also happening when I saw girls showing on TV, and even when I was looking at photos in my magazines. I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne's amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines. “No!” she whispers, “Look! What the heck’s a tent doing here?”“Hmmph..mmm.” A voice mumbles from inside. “Fuck! Someone’s in there!” Desiree jolts back, even more nervous. “This night can’t get any longer, huh.” Harper sighs, as she slowly makes her way in front of the tent. “What are you doing!?” Desiree exclaims, watching Harper reaching towards the tent.“Come on!” Harper whispers, begging for Desiree’s help. Harper pinches one flap of the tent opening and then looks back at Desiree.. He had never laid a finger on her but he knew he was imposing and not only because of his size. Being 6'4 was good in his line of business but knowing how to judge people and their weaknesses was even better and Daemon knew that Victoria was the weakest woman he had ever come across Sometimes he wondered if she would have given him a second look if she hadn't been raped when she was a teenager and thought he could protect her from it ever happening again."I'm sorry Vic; I didn't mean to yell at.