As years passed and we got financially more comfortable, I bought one and started to learn how to use it properly. One thing I wanted to try was studi...o photography and I learned through a friend of a new place that was opening up nearby and I joined one of the clubs that the owner was setting up which allowed us to use the studio together and thus save on costs. Occasionally, there was a demonstration from a professional photographer, along with a model, to teach us different lighting settings. In his house, he shared the same bedroom as his mom and even if he slept in the living room, his mom often did house inspection and so, forcing him to keep all his porn mags in his school bag. Sometimes he would flip the porn magazines and made her pose the same way the nude models did and when they watched films at her laptop, it was only the porn films he had stored I her place. He would make them perform the same acts and mimic the porn actors in these movies, which were actually mostly. I stopped kissing his lips and started to move down his body continueing to kiss him as I moved down, kissing his chest and down over his big belly and then down past his big juicy cock but I did not kiss it as I wanted to leave that for later and also wanted to build him up without giving him the satisfaction. I continued moving down his legs and down to his toes, I licked and sucked on them for a bit listening to his moans of pleasure. I started to work my way back up to his cock and once in. I had planned accordingly. The Webb’s neighbors’ lights were beginning to shine through the woods and the gentle rhythm of the wind through the trees was soothing and kept me calm. Every night for the next week and a half, I stood across the street from Sal’s, chain smoking cigarettes and watching her through the windows. I could break into a warehouse with armed guards and a top notch security system without a sweat, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get the nerve to go talk to this woman. .