I sat on the sofa. My bare bottom pressed the cushions. They were velvet and felt dreamy on my bottom.

I opened my legs and put my hand between them and touched my pussy.

"Now that you've taken the pictures," I said, "isn't there something else you'd like to take?"

There was. She put down camera and photos and came to me. She eased me off the sofa and made me get down on my knees on the floor.

I tilted my head back and looked up at her. Seen from down there, her tits looked even bigger than usual.

She popped open her jeans. She wore a pair of those French designer jeans that fit like a second skin.

The jeans were so tight that I could see the mound and lips of her pussy pressed by the denim. She opened her jeans and unzipped them.

She wasn't wearing panties. Skin, smooth and soft, showed when she opened the zipper. Then her thick black bush came into view.

The jeans were really tight, like they were painted on. She squirmed from side to side as she pulled them off her hips.

Moving like that made her tits bob all over the place. The nipples were hard.

She tugged the jeans down to the middle of her thighs. Then she put her hand on my head and pulled me to her.

My face pressed her bush and pussy. I covered her pussy with kisses, then licked it up and down before putting my tongue in her.

I licked the juices in her slit and tongued her clitoris until she came.

Later, she used a dildo on me.

It was the first time. She went into her bedroom and when she came out she was naked and carrying the dildo.

She had eaten my pussy so it was all wet and dripping. She stood me up. I was all lazy and dreamy. She made me bend over the sofa.

I stood on the floor and lay across the back of the sofa with my head and arms hanging down. Beverly stood behind me.