But Scott Nelson wasn't about to sell his equipment. He'd spent fifteen years working in an accounting office and saving every dime he could for his h...obby. When he and Joyce broke up, Scott had resigned his accounting job to set out to pursue his life-long dream--to become a commercial photographer.The first several months had been an adventure. He'd done some marvelously creative work in Omaha and Denver, but the financial rewards did not break him even. So he picked up odd jobs here and there. Vol in mijn mond. De eerste staat klaar voor jou!Je ziet me bezig. Je ziet hoe ik goesting heb. Je ziet mijn nieuwsgierigheid, mijn gulzigheid. En jij ligt hier nu zelf klaar om diezelfde paal te ontvangen. Ontvangen in het plaatsje van je lijfje dat je tot vrouw maakt. Dat je elke dag in een slipje opbergt voor de rest van de wereld. Je vagina. Je parel. Langzaam gaan je benen open. Je hart bonkt in je keel. Voor het eerst heeft het publiek op deze manier dit zicht op jou. En toch stel je er. She had taken off her sweat-soaked blouse and shorts and was now completely naked. I know this routine of hers. Pretty soon she would finish her work and she would want me to join her in a shower or a bath and we would have sex. Saturday for her was the day of rest after a week at work and today, Sunday, was for sex.Her body glistening with sweat was unbelievably sexy. And that intoxicating smell of sweat and "womanness" was just cock-stiffening. Now I understand why women in tight and. You're right I spend a lot of time on my studies and projects. I had no desire for a relationship. That would take up too much time, time I could better spend on my projects. That's the way I felt, until lately that is. Now I am finding that I have biological needs that are making them selves felt." Biological needs," Jake laughed. "What you are trying to say Redi is that you are getting horny as hell and would like to screw?" Well I wouldn't put it that bluntly but yes I guess that sums it up..