I wondered why she was calling at 10AM. I did remember who she was, which was an improvement. The memory was coming back in spots and at it's own spee...d. "So photo slut, what can I do for you, so early in the morning?" I asked."You can not call me that during working hours for one thing. For another you can come down here and let me shoot some more images of you," Wilma said."Why do you need more images," I asked."Because the boutique jean company chose us for the billboard. Now they want more. So I first looked under the scrotum. I raised John's big balls and spread his sack so I could feel the urethra in the middle. I felt the hard steel filling the body opening there and John enjoyed my touch and moaned louder and louder. Then he spread his thighs and told me to examine his dam. I felt his urethra further in the direction of his anus. His hairy anus was now well visible and I noticed how the thought of a touch of this tight sphincter made my penis twitch again. John whispered to me. “What’s wrong with these stupid trousers?”“There’s another button on the inside,” I said.She huffed, felt around for the button and opened it. “I prefer your jeans.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Easier to get into.”The blowjob was every bit as good as the two the night before. Only this time, I got more involved—at her invitation.She was slow and tender. She wasn’t just giving me head—she was making love to me. She was showing me how she felt in the way she felt most comfortable with.At one. A few minutes latter Jeff got up to come in the house and I quickly stepped away from the window. I was so horny I went to my bed to finish what I’d started. After a minute I heard Jeff climbing the stairs and go into the bathroom. That was weird, why wasn’t he using the one downstairs. Damn, I had to stop or he would hear my own slurping noises as I plunged my toy in and out of my cunt. The bathroom was next to my room and I could her Jeff get on the toilet, I envisioned him naked, my pussy.