.. I just appreciate a girl who doesn't play games." I LOVE games!" That's not what I meant, and you know it ... don't you!" Yeah ... I was just givin...g you a hint. But you know THAT, don't you?"NOW I did.I reached down to Jen's hips and pulled her the rest of the way to her knees and without any more banter pushed my cock into her. I noticed her anus was open and inviting and that was a good clue as to how to proceed. I pressed the ball of my thumb firmly against her asshole, and angled my cock. As he stepped back, I deftly reached behind me to close and lock his office door. He heard the click and looked at me quizzically. But he seemed to understand when I began to tell him how difficult of a time I was having on my own, as I had just graduated from college in the past year. He went back to sit in his leather desk chair, but I swiveled it to face me as I slowly moved around his deck and approached him. Then, I told him that I needed help but I couldn't go to my dad, because I didn't. Well, look, Sonya, what I'm trying to say is that I could get used to this life ... And, well, so could my girls, but the longer we stay out here the harder it's going to be to get back to normal." What do you mean by 'back to normal'?" Sonya demanded."Sonya, I love it here with you; Christ, I've grown to care for you a damned sight more than is prudent, under the circumstances..." And what circumstances would they be?" Sonya demanded; she was looking - uncharacteristically - very serious by. Just before he began to take his pictures, the husband rubbed an ice cube over Carol’s nipples, which made them hard and perky. That little photographer’s trick sent chills up her spine and made her wet. As if to prove to me that she was telling the truth, Carol went to her bedroom, retrieved a photo album, and showed me the black and white pictures that had been taken at that first session. The only thing different was Carol’s hair, which, at that time, was much shorter. Even in her late teens.