‘Her?’ ‘No,’ he shrugged and pushed his own cigarette between his lips. ‘Too young.’ She nodded. He removed his gaze from the smoking bl...onde and traveled to the woman at the bathrooms, she too with a lean cigarette pressed between her pouty lips. Her lithe body, easily six foot, was pressed against the wall as she curved into a payphone and spoke wildly to the call’s recipient. Her tan arms gestured wildly, giving proof that the conversation was very clearly a heated one. He chuckled to. I held my calm and strafed across the plush marble flooring, scanning the other cubicles for occupants and finding none. Back before the door to hers, I paused for a moment, imagining the path onward from here and giving thanks to myself for my ability to create these wonderfully vibrant situations. She was as beautiful in the flesh as the hours of video and countless pictures had attested. Young Jenny, my first subject, stood uncomfortably in the very high heels I had requested, her. Anderson’s HouseAfter rendezvous with my boxing trainer (Jim Broadbent an African-American), I returned home to Mr. Anderson’s house.I was sitting in the kitchen, relaxing and sipping a glass of Coke. I was wearing my evening clothes, a pink tank top t-shirt and girlie boxer-briefs. My head was miles away, I was still thinking of Jimmy’s cock. Mr. Anderson came home about 8:00pm, and walked into the kitchen. He greeted me with a kiss on the forehead. “How was gym,” He asked,. ” Then she ran back up the stairs crying.I couldn’t help but watch that fine ass twitch and her pink panties hug her pussy as she rushed away.I gave her a few minutes and then I went to her. I knocked on the door and then I opened it up. My daughter was lying face down on the bed. I said, “I didn’t mean to trick you into giving me these pictures. I have not looked at them and I won’t if you don’t want me too.”Slowly Betty Sue rolled to her side and asked, “Don’t you want to see me naked?”I.