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Sometimes, especially at night, the desire was piled on Anton with such force that he had to squeeze the edge of the blanket with his teeth, decaying the tissue of the duvetail to individual fibers. He was afraid to move, otherwise the body touched his wife, who turned away to the wall, and the mood of thoughts was lost. Having launched a hand in the swimming trunks, or taking them off at all, which was quite justified due to the heat that was falling on the city, Anton meal washed flesh, slipping his finger on the eminent lubricant, and stubbornly imagined how his daughter approaches him, sits on his knees, clinging closelyWith the whole body and tightly covering his hips, the edge of the nightie slides up, pulling on the spread legs and opening not a white strip of panties, but a dark crack covered with a delicate fluff ….

The scene ended on this, since the plot further required to move on to active actions, which was fraught with a wet spot on bedding, and in the morning the inevitable and quite logical surprise of the wife about the sudden relapse of adolescence at such a mature age.

Indeed, for fifteen years of family life, Anton has not yet had to complain about a life together in an intimate plan. His wife completely satisfied, and he himself was rather lazy for adventures on the side. Having a tendency to comfort and comfort, which came with age, Anton never, even by booze, did not seek to own other women, and all his rare affairs were caused by the same laziness when it was easier to agree to the harassment of a persistent fan than to refuse to refuse.

But everything has changed thanks to their move to Europe and the European lifestyle, which they began to convulsively adopt, pulling it like a new dress. Breaking himself, tearing stereotypes with the root of the blood, flaunting the lack of hypocrisy, and only by this, driving most relatives and acquaintances into a nervous tremor.

We dress sexy! Nudist beach? Please! Together in the sauna? Bitte Shen to you with a brush. Under these slogans, eagerly haping impressions and at the same time trying not to be surprised at anything, they screwed into local life diligently replenishing the failures of the horizons. And the space around was filled with many people, all of them had their oddities and incomprehensible aspirations of desire. And this variety of human desires forced them to climb a new circle, again and again trying on all kinds of styles and directions. Life was seething and boiling like in Petri’s cup. And although their bravado was mostly pretense, it would be strange if they had changed only externally, remaining the same deep into the souls.

Anton, finally, was able to realize a long -standing dream, about wide pants, Tinage’s dream. The wife began to dress in youth boutiques. They seemed to try to return the elusive youth, reassuring themselves with the consideration that only this clothing completely suits them in quality and style, based on their more than modest financial capabilities. And surprisingly, new outfits on them did not look funny or ridiculous, but rather, as if they had really dropped ten years.

My daughter, thanks to excellent estimates, went to class with older guys. Quickly picked up all the trends of fashion, starting from stylish clothes and ending with a sophisticated phone, she was elusively grown, not stretching in length, but rather filling all the voids in so tight clothes. Staying inside the same thirteen -year -old girl, outwardly she gave the heading to her fifteen -year -old girlfriends.

Anton’s disease began on the day when Jeanne brought her school girlfriend home, hastily introduced her and, immediately after asking for a walk, they ran away. The girl struck Anton with the perfection of forms, a raid of charm and elusive grace. Moreover, thoughts about her had previously inconsistent with him when it concerned girls younger than a certain age, an erotic coloring.

Having suffered for some time the desire to see the delinge in Nevlye, Anton brought into life the Jesuit plan, luring, under the pretext of going to the pool, girls in the sauna, where he was able to fully consider his unexpected passion. The attraction to the young nymph quickly passed, but an unscheduled consequence of the adventure was that for the first time in recent years he saw his daughter dressed only in jets of water.

All the way home he was haunted by a completely decorated chest, a daring nipple peering out of boiling streams, a smooth bend of hips, rounding of the buttocks, between which, when Jeanne was bent, fluffy petals of a dark flower appeared for a second. All this made Anton, and despite the sweetness of thoughts, the vision of the daughter seemed to him wrong, extremely bad and absolutely impossible.

She saw her naked Anton for perhaps five years ago in a wretched room of the Moscow Hotel, where they arrived at Christmas, and where Jeanne, in infancy, had not yet been embarrassed nudity changed to bed. Then her children’s body with ovaries of breasts and without signs of vegetation caused nothing but tenderness. Since then, Anton had only got the drilling of the whiteness of her body, which managed to hook out of the corner of his eye when he accidentally entered her room during changing clothes or looking into the bathroom, which she prayed stubbornly to close the latch.

Turning into a girl a year ago and feeling the feminine, Jeanne, during their games, frolic like a kitten and without controlling herself, lifted her legs to the ceiling, scattering them and spreading to the sides, exposing a thin fabric of panties, but immediately turned around and alreadyShe bashfully pulled the hem of a short skirt, trying to cover up an intimate place until she was forgotten and was not exposed again under the influence of the moment.

Anton tried during such entertainment not to touch her chest and crotch, fearing too early awakening of femininity, and limiting himself to affectionate stroking and patting on the ass. Nevertheless, the wife, who occasionally observed them fuss, was extremely negative about what was happening and repeatedly took the word from Anton about the cessation of such fun. But these games gave pleasure to her daughter, and not wanting to refuse her, Anton began to hide, indulge with Jeanne only in private, that she intuitively understood and began to adhere to the same rule that it was their first joint secret.

And for the third month, Anton was haunted by sweet, fighting fantasies, associated with her daughter. Not wanting to follow his new mania, but unable to restrain himself, Anton set off on small tricks, justifying exclusively with aesthetic criteria. Talking to himself that admiring the young body is not yet a perversion, he criticized Jeanne for the fluff of the ghums, which allowed him to regularly catch in the mirror the reflection of the naked breasts with his daughter’s naked breast.

Then, taking advantage of the purchase of Jeanne of tight -fitting trousers made of thin material, Anton remarked to her that the embossed strip of panties from behind did not look very beautiful than forced her daughter to insist on the displeasure of his wife on the purchase of the thinnest narrow panties, absolutely not noticeable under trousers, but hiding almost nothing in the timeThe time of their entertainment.

All these trifles brightened his life, and gradually, carefully watching his daughter, Anton came to the conclusion that his efforts, overlapping the external environment, still aroused a latent, while still hidden inside Jeanne sexuality. At first, he noticed her hand hidden under the blanket and a fleeting movement slipping to the pubis. Over time, obviously trying the taste of a new lesson, Jeanne began to finge himself almost openly, during their sincere conversations before going to bed. Raming next to her father on the couch and wandering around the sides, she scattered her hand under her skirt and stroked, caressed the protruding tubercle with her fingers through panties. Anton, shooting his eyes and letting himself a calm look, could not understand what more in the movements of a thin brush …children’s confidence that no one will notice these light touches, or a hidden call, attempts to feel his reaction.

Tormented by uncertainty, without knowing whether his daughter provokes or he himself gives out what he wanted, Anton buried on the Internet in a hopeless attempt to find answers to his doubts. Periodically getting into the ring of porn sites, he sorted out the search options for several days, until he came across a badly designed, consisting of one text, a page with translations that attracted his attention.

Having downloaded several files to his car, Anton opened the first one that came across, and with surprise and enthusiasm realized that he had found his like -minded person. The author described a similar situation, described with love, without vulgar lubrication of erotic scenes, but also not running in details. The feelings of the protagonist surprisingly echoed with the feelings of Anton himself, intertwining and embedding into his thoughts, bringing them a kind of order.

The plot, unlike the classical version, ended on a major note, however, without the ending, but only implying a continued continuation in the blurry future. Everyone was happy, and this denouement so hooked Anton that he began to perceive the current suspended state as an unjustified delay, a stupid delay in his happiness.

The next file was called « instructions for the seduction of girls »And he was a guide to seduce youngsters, however, being purely theoretical, since he operated on the props inaccessible to Anton and did not suit both financial and life conditions. In other texts, there was either complete nonsense or frank pornography collected by the owner of the page from one of the leading sources.

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Impressed by what was read, Anton, not daring to postpone the development of events out of fear of change his mind, unfolded the activity inconspicuous in his activity, entangling his daughter with a web of words and actions.

To begin with, he gave her the opportunity to wander freely through the Internet, taking a not very strict promise to turn off the pages with erotic content and obscene jokes, thereby only rejoicing the girl to study precisely forbidden sites. And given that even on the most harmless Erotica and jokes about the adult entertainment portals, about this now make up most of the content, Anton was absolutely calm about the pastime of Jeanne.Constantly controlling the situation, he began to implicitly encourage Jeanne to share the finds with him, caught by her on the open spaces of the network, calmly and laughing, listening to the jokes decent in appearance, but under the eyeballs filled with hidden meaning, which so far slipped away from his daughter. Moreover, gradually forming a reflex in the girl, allowing to share her finds and impressions of them in the absence of a mother.

Having conducted evening trusting conversations before going to bed, Anton fell into the canvas of moralizing about the benefits of study and sports, and about the unconditional harm of alcohol, drugs and sex for the development of a young girl, short sketches about the sex life of high school students, to which Jeanne already unequivocally ranked herself unequivocal. At these moments, Jeanne was more than ever lost control of her body, her gaze closed, her hands began to flutter between her legs, rubbing the swollen crack, and the hips were frantically tightening, pulling themselves up to her chest and squeezing the hemispheres crowned with elastic nipples into flat discs.

She really liked these conversations, during which Anton talked with her as equal, without imposing his opinion, but as if reflecting on various topics and giving the opportunity to draw conclusions to Jeanne herself. Gradually, the openness of Anton, his willingness to discuss any issues and a calm reaction to her actions, shook the barrier of modesty and taught Jeanne to think that alone with her father was permissible everything that she had previously done only in bed or secluded in the shower.

Their affection facilitated the same, starting in the form of a comic struggle and attempts to slap each other in the back, and ending with hugs on the couch, in an armchair or in any other place where their bodies were finally intertwined. Jeanne, Murlych like a kitten, took his stroking, readily substituting a cheek, spin and nose for kisses, which he did not regret covering all the available places, whispering her affectionate words and tickling with a prickly chin.

An unconditional ban driven into her mind, about the inadmissibility of kisses on the lips, forced her to turn her to the side and smack Anton on the cheek or nose when their lips met in search of each other. This continued until Anton clamped her face in his palms and, catching Jeanne’s evasing lips, pressed tightly to his lips, kissing the real. Having pulled away, he carefully looked at her face, afraid to catch an expression of disgust on him, but saw only the brilliance of wide -open eyes, looking at him with joyful bewilderment. The next day, Jeanne herself ineptly pecked, kissed him on the lips, tightly squeezing her mouth and chalet from her own courage.

And once Anton took the next step, choosing the evening of the day when they went to the sauna with the whole family. In the sauna, Jeanne, under the influence of her mother and others, almost ceased to be shy about her nudity, logically spent in her brain a watershed, on one side of which morality and puritanism did not act by default. At home, it was constantly thrown from one side of this watershed to the other. Then she credited Anton to the side that remained free from the prohibitions, and then she walked around the apartment in her panties and topic. Then, suddenly, something twitched, and then she constantly corrected the floors of the bathrobe, carefully watching that her secret towns would not inadvertently appear.

That evening, Anton was clearly on the right side that Jeanne proved to show her breast and openwork pattern on the finest material of panties, joyfully lying on the bed and jerking his legs, dodging Anton’s tickling fingers. He kissed her with pleasure at the willingly substituted lips and with a sudden movement of his hand held Jeanne’s legs in a spread state, staring at her crotch. Jeanne instantly fell silent and tried to break out of the capture, but Anton fenced her, not allowing her to curl up in a lump.

– Today I looked at you in the sauna and realized that you are already very big.

Jeanne, froze motionlessly, waited for continuation.

“Look at yourself,” said Anton, giving around his head along the edge of the material.

– Your thickets are already knocked out of panties. And they are also visible in the swimsuit, and this is ugly. It’s time for you, dear, shave them. And if you want to look good in the sauna, then you need to take care of the hairstyle.

Anton smiled, removing his hand and allowing Jeanne to squeeze his legs, covering the object of his so sudden interest.

– Young girls usually or completely shave their bud, or leave a narrow strip above the petals. I advise you to leave this, it will not be visible under the swimming trunks, but in the sauna no one will confuse with a little girl who has no bush. Remember, today we saw a girl about your age? She had just a similar strip. I’ll tell you a secret that there are even special hairdressers for these purposes, we really don’t afford.

Anton smiled encouragingly again and, abruptly breaking the conversation, went out onto the balcony with a cigarette. When he returned, Jeanne was lying in the same pose, but already covered by a dropped blanket, which barely perceptibly moved echoing her hands with swaying. Approaching his daughter, he reached for her lips for a farewell affection. Jeanne leaned towards him and, after the kiss, asked with doubt in her voice …

– But I probably can’t shave myself there?

“I am sure that there is nothing wrong with this,” Anton, right through the covered with light touches, touching her pubis and simultaneously pushing her hand over, outlined the contours of future movements.

– By the way, it is also hygienic, especially during the cycles. Yes, and men like it more. And if you are afraid, then ask my mother or me, of course, if you are not shy. I shaved my mother’s baby, I think that your structure is no more complicated.

Anton smiled again, making it clear that this is just a joke. Moreover, the reference to his wife was absolutely insolvent. Both Anton and Zhanna knew very well that, due to loading at the institute, she, running away early in the morning, returns rather late, squeezed out like a lemon. Therefore, any requests of the daughter will be considered not earlier than the next Sunday, and on Friday, Jeanne and her girlfriends gathered in the water center, where she probably would like to hit everyone with her appearance.

The next two days were loaded with current affairs. Anton did not return in conversations with his daughter to this conversation. And on the third day, Jeanne called him from the bathroom. When he entered, the naked daughter stood slightly hiding in the curtain and clutching a razor in his hand. The cheeks were puntsly on her face, and although the gaze was decisive, the voice trembled, giving out the tension of the girl who had the girl, no longer confident whether the help of helping the help of helping.

– Dad, you seem to be threatened to help me?

“The gentlemen do not refuse their words,” Anton said with a smile, taking the outstretched machine and raising the second hand to his mouth.

-But only, t-s-ss! Let it be our little secret. Nothing at all, so that my mother would be excited once again. You know how I do not like our games, and if she finds out that I went a razor in her daughter’s intimate places, then it may well deprive me of the protruding parts of the body. So if you twitch, and I will cut you inadvertently, all responsibility is on you.

Jeanne, who had so far with visible tension, relaxed and laughed.

– If you cut it, then I will definitely lay you with my mother, or even better – I will blackmail, threatening with exposure.

– Fu, how not a shame! What are you well-handed? Then I will not shave you at all!

– And if you are not, then I will get out myself, but still I will dump you.

So, crossing and picking himself up, Anton drove Jeanne into the bath, set up water and letting his shaving foam in his palm approached his daughter closely.

“Put off your legs a little,” Anton’s request was made without bothering. He touched the crotch of Jeanne, pulled his hand down, transferring the contents of his palm over her skin, overgrown with rather thick hairs. Jeanne stood holding on to the handrail, and swayed slightly on her legs apart, the elastic spring under his palm. Her eyes just beating with laughter, dismissed, his mouth opened, and from him quietly on the verge of hearing was a hoarse uneven breath, tearing to the beat of the male hand, for the first time in his life penetrated the forbidden zone.

Anton, for a long time finished soaping his daughter swelling from friction, but could not stop at all, and again and again moved his hand along the slippery soap slope, forcing Jeanne to be springy or to meet him to meet him. Anton’s soapy finger, living his life, during one of these progressive movements, slipping between the hairs, pushed the upper buds of the bud and found himself between the cramped walls, stumbled upon the clitoris of the clitoris.

Jeanne gasped, her legs clenched, and she fell off her thighs with her thighs with her palm. Barely resisting the handrail, she recoiled from Anton, looking at him demandingly and bewildered.

“Do not be afraid, sun,” Anton, who had immediately understood the condition of his daughter, said, smiling softly, “this does not hurt. Just a small side effect, harmless and a little pleasant. Adult life has many good aspects, and this is one of them. Yes, you yourself are familiar with some of them, is it not true? Come to me, baby.

Anton cooled, enveloping Jeanne with a veil of words, emphasizing the pleasantness and harmlessness of what is happening. His pose expressed calmness and willingness to help her daughter, to support her in a difficult attempt to comprehend the new rules of the game. As the words penetrated the consciousness of her daughter, her body relaxed, her gaze was softened, and she briefly sighed again moved to Anton. He, continuing to coo, took a razor and began to scrape the virgin shoots with delicate smooth movements.

When it was over with the bud, and Anton washed the remains of soapy foam, carefully watching so that he would not inadvertently hook sensitive places, he again attracted Jeanne’s attention to the design of the upper part of the pubis. My daughter was already calmly watching his finger, sliding on top of the petals and outlining the possible contours of the future haircut. After discussing several options, they came to the decision to leave a vertical strip outlined by clear faces. Anton shaved the sidewalls and scissors, using a comb, removed the extra layer of hair, leaving less than a centimeter.Having finished the haircut, he advised Jeanne to thoroughly rinse the crack with shampoo and left the bath, turning around and having time to capture the surprised look of his daughter who had already tuned to further continued.

After this episode, although Anton did not give Jeanne a reason to think that something had changed between them, she herself made an audit in her head that they are now tied with a common secret, which gives her the right to behave more with her fatherCrossed out. She took his affection more willing, responding to kisses with all the passion accessible to her and clinging to him with his whole body. Having decided that all the covers were torn off, Jeanne increasingly, in the absence of her mother, began to jump out of her room in her panties, not embarrassed by Anton and, obviously, finally driving him to the side of his free from moral prohibitions.

Anton, not trying to take advantage of the advantage that appeared, continued to accustom Jeanne to complete freedom in a relationship. Inquiring her about the campaign in the water center, he inquired an assessment of her friends of the change that had occurred to her.

– Yes, they all become shaved for a long time. So no one noticed,-with a wave of her hand, as something absolutely insignificant, the daughter answered, dangling her legs in the air. But, as soon as the conversation went on this topic, her hand mechanically sank into the fabric of panties, scratching the protruding rollers of the petals.

-Come on, well, let me look,-Anton reached out between the daughter’s hips. She shook them without delay to the sides, passing his hand, but continuing to cover her pubis with her brush.

– You are constantly scratching there. Is something bothering you? Or do you do it just like that?

– Yes, it scratches, – without hesitation, grabbed onto the hint of Jeanne.

– Then take off your hand, I’ll see what is the matter.

Anton slipped his fingers on the swimming trunks and, after a moment, captivating the edge of the material, pulled them up opening access to the petals with pale pink and dark from the inside. He ran a strongly clutching hand in a bud gripping the sharp young hairs breaking through velvet skin. The skin stretched by his fingers ruined the fold of the petals, opening them and opening a greedy clitoris with a greedy gaze, and a little lower, leaning into the depths of this flower, humidly shiny from the emerging lubricant.

“It’s okay,” Anton said, slightly trembling with excitement, “you just wiped your baby a little with panties. Lubricate with cream, and take them off at night. In the end, both mom and I sleep without panties. After all, the body should rest at night. Everything will pass in a couple of days.

The daughter listened carefully, not trying to cover herself or change his pose. Anton, not wanting to rush events, carefully returned a striped strip to its place, but unable to resist and also pressed his fingers very much, led his hand to farewell to the open bud, thereby causing a wave of Jeanne from head to toe.

In the evening, going to the daughter of the good night, Anton, habitually kissing Jeanne, began to stroke her on the back, gradually sneaking up to gentle barrels, the touch of which she could not endure calmly, and began to cleanse her legs and dodge her legs and dodged. And this time, responding to the touch of his hands, Jeanne’s body twitched, a light bedspread flew to the side, and Anton’s eyes in a crazy flickering of his legs appeared a loose flower, unheated, with shamelessly opened petals.

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Gradually, both Anton and Jeanne are used to the new style of relationships. The daughter, as before, in the presence of her mother, was a delighting eye with a modesty, but remaining alone with her father, she constantly provoked him, then leaning with elastic breasts on his hands, as if offering her to evaluate, then demonstratively lifting her legs and stroking a hollow-wide tubercle of panties., threw cunning glances at Anton. She shut the groin now on her own, which, however, was only pleased with Anton, since the temptation of a swinging on him when touching the folds of his daughter was too strong, and he was always afraid to break and do stupid things.

Of course, Anton could, advanced a little further, easily forced her daughter to completely abandon clothes and admire her without barriers at those moments when they were alone. But this path did not attract him precisely his accessibility. Anton knew how to appreciate the joy of defeating the barriers and believed that the light cover between them only strengthen the eroticism of their relationship. He was quite satisfied with the opportunity to get access to the secret towns of his daughter from time to time and did not insist on more.

At the same time, Anton himself, not being delighted with his unnecessarily covered in his hair and with the outburst of the figure, was always dressed during their games, and the daughter saw him naked, only during joint campaigns in the sauna. Comparing their appearance, Anton always represented Jeanne in the image of a little angel, and himself in the form of an old shaggy feature trying to launch his tail between the hips of the winged figure.

The daring Jeanne took into the habit of sitting on his knees when he worked in his room, and fidgeting with his back and back across his body, to look at the pictures that appear on the monitor screen. Sometimes, playfully, Anton began to squeeze her, whispering tender words in the neck, why she squinted, bend forward, poked his breasts in his hand, sweetly freezing from the approaching pleasure. Over time, he dared and no longer fearing her reaction, lowered his palm on her chest and began to crush and squeeze, covering the nipple through the thin fabric with his fingers. With his second hand, clasping Jeanne behind the waist, he embarked on the study of her bends, slowly moving his fingers along the inside of the hip up, where the smooth skin barely covered with fabric swelled with hot folds. Having moved aside the naughty material, touched to the connection of these folds, penetrating the oil brilliant depth in the oil, rolling from the clitoris bead, necessarily rubbing it along the way, to a tight opening of his finger closely and moistened with abundant juice. At these moments, Jeanne froze with her breath and only slightly shaking her hips towards his hand.

After such gatherings, Anton had to seal the pants along with his panties, since to his discharge of panties stained, stupefying the smelling of juice, oozing from the bud of Jeanne. But to refuse her, and he could not in this pleasure.

Returning from school, Jeanne jumped to his bed if he had not yet risen by that time, and demanded affection, attacking him, braking and pulling off the sofa. And given the mainly night lifestyle of Anton, when he sometimes fell asleep only in the morning, such scenes were not uncommon. But almost always he managed to pull his underpants on himself when the sound of the door opened was heard. Either the daughter who caught this fad, and noticing that he was wrapping in a blanket, delicately gave him the opportunity to dress, taking a break in the game and running to his room. But it seemed that her feature did not care, and she was quite pleased with the current situation.

This went on almost until October, when two events &#8230 occurred almost simultaneously;Anton’s wife went on a business trip for two weeks, and Jeanne began the autumn holidays. The weather was still warm. Below fifteen degrees, the temperature did not drop even at night, and Anton walked around the house in some shorts, without letting out a bottle of beer from his hands and scratching the hairy chest. The chef once again threw him a difficult task, over the solution of which he fought for the third day, then thoughtfully leaning back in the chair, then starting to crack the computer keys. Jeanne, whose most girlfriends went on vacation, wandered around the house, trying to come up with some kind of lesson.

Closer in the evening, when Anton’s business finally moved from the dead point, he had cheered up, slapped his daughter passing by and, falling on the sofa, began to click the TV remote control. Jeanne climbed her knees and pressed her lips to his ear quietly asked …

– Dad, can I sleep with you today?

Anton seemed to be shook. Fearing even to assume what really lies behind this, in the light of their relationship, a rather ambiguous issue, he nodded mechanically, feeling a warm wave of tenderness creeping in his chest.

When they, jointly, spread the bed, Jeanne fled to the bathroom and returned from there already dressed in a night shirt. Anton, too, quickly putting himself in order in her underpants, climbed under the blanket, with all his skin, feeling the intimacy of his daughter, drawing her smell, pure and slightly spicy. Jeanne, pretty much tinker and settling comfortably in a strange bed, dug Anton under his arm, throwing her leg over him, and leaned her whole body, not paying attention to the shirt that had begun almost to the waist.

She lay, quietly sniffing and almost not moving, stringing her pubis on the protruding knee of Anton and tightly clasped his legs, and he froze in stone immobility, afraid to move, so as not to disturb her with an awkward movement. But despite his efforts, Anton was simply not able to restrain the deep reflexes, and his member gradually swelled, pouring blood, increasing in size, crowding and clinging to the bare stomach of Jeanne. Anton tried to change his pose, but at that moment the girl, obviously deciding that he was trying to start the game with her, grabbed Anton’s root, trying to take him aside.

In the first second, Jeanne did not understand that she was squeezing in her hand, it was not so similar to the dangling pussy that she saw with Anton in the sauna, and photos of men with erected members on the Internet still remained for hernothing more than a certain blurry abstraction. But already in the second moment, instantly folding in the mind twice two and getting the result, she suffocated with amazement.

– Sorry, I thought it was your hand.

This recognition, accompanied by a gamut of feelings that reflected on her face with extreme embarrassment, suddenly made fun of Anton, and he neighed absolutely idiotic, not even trying to get his instrument from his daughter’s hand.

“This is not a hand,” Anton said sobbing with laughter, and continued in a calmer tone, only sometimes breaking into a laugh, “do not be afraid, girl. I understand that you did not expect to meet anything like it, but it so happened that now you caressed me, albeit accidentally.Thank you.

Hearing Anton’s gratitude, Jeanne, bewilderedly frozen and slightly frightened by his sudden reaction, slammed her eyes and smiled timidly, infecting Anton’s fun and gradually discarding her tension that had gripped her tension. A minute later they laughed, slipping through the next line in their relationship.

Laughing, Anton pressed his daughter closer and began to caress her stroking her back, lowering his hand, clinging to the crumpled shirt, down to the rounded elastic lift and giving himself free rein. Jeanne finally calmed down, began to screw into his shoulder breaking upstairs and helping to reach her naked half. Then, when Anton’s hand was finally stuck in the web of a shirt, she, not wanting a natural stop of gentle touches, threw a blanket with a decisive movement, pulled off the no longer hiding, but only a interfering shirt and lay back, stretching out into the string, spreading her legs and laid her arms along the body.

Anton, sat on her from above and began to make Jeanne a relaxing sedative massage. He walked his hands in the middle of his back, stretched his shoulders and alternating light stroking with kisses went down to the buttocks, processed them, then moved away and resumed the movement from below. Getting to the top of the hips, his hands began to move a little to the inside, stroking the approaches to the clearly visible folds of the rollers. Jeanne shuddered every time Anton’s hand was too quickly picked up to a secluded place. And he, focusing all his efforts already on this small patch, increasingly stroked her crotch, pulling his fingers with his fingers and fleetingly opening, like a vulva, anus -ring and extended vaginal petals.

Then, Anton, in one motion turned Jeanne onto his back, resumed his lesson, covering her face with kisses, which she eagerly answered, and with her hands massaging her chest, finging the hardened nipples, going down a flat stomach to the shaved strip of hair and forcing her to tremble with his whole body. Gradually, he began to descend below, grabbing pink nipples with his lips and touching the panties of the pubic of Jeanne’s panties stretched. She, throwing her head up, closing her eyes, reacted to each such touch with an oncoming swing of her hips, pulling the moment of parting and bringing the meeting with the next.

When Anton’s breathing began to scorch her stomach, and the kisses closely approached the dark strip, crowning the arch of her petals, Jeanne, as if catching his intention, but most likely expressing her readiness for any outcome, spread her legs even wider, slightly bending them at the knees andOpening access to your treasure.

Having lingered for a moment, trying not to scratch the delicate skin with bristles, Anton ran between the petals with the very tip of the tongue, turning them out completely and reaching the bead sticking out from the upper part of the folds, sucked it into his mouth in one movement. Jeanne, with a gasp and grunted in some bestial tone, arched towards him, sitting on the tongue that immediately fell to the input hole. Anton, forgetting everything in the world, worked on his daughter without stopping for a second. Dubgering juice, oozing from the vagina, covered his face. The tongue tirelessly slipped between the petals, staggering on the clitoris and falling into the already significantly distributed hole. Jeanne, his efforts abandoned in the skies, moaned and howled, shaking her head and with difficulty holding her body beating in cramps. With every second, their merger threatened to smash them into shreds, and Anton could not stop.

Suddenly, his mouth was filled with an aromatic ejection, Jeanne’s hips were shaking in the air, her neck hardened and squeezed his neck, and she, with a desperate groan, shot up up, then limped, as if they had taken out the rod and fell onto the bed. At the same moment, Anton was discharged with a powerful ejection of sperm panties that filled him.

Bringing in his arms a falling asleep daughter on his feet in a bath and washing her, Anton carried Jeanne to her room and laid it on the bed. The bed himself was rebuilt and splashed in the shower for a long time, putting the body and thoughts in order. When he, holding his panties in his hands, returned to the bedroom, he saw Jeanne, who went into his parental room and staring at him, spreading freely on the bed. There was no reason to hide their economy, so Anton, having attached his underpants on the dryer, climbed the bed and was expectantly settled nearby.

– What, kitten, cannot sleep? – said Anton, turning away to the bedside table and lighting a cigarette. Starting a jet of smoke, he patiently waited for his daughter’s reaction.

– Tell me, dad, it was sex? – Jeanne with a noticeable effort pushed herself out of herself the last word.

– No, sun, not sex. We just pammered you a little. Although, if the definition is important to you, then it was petting. When people can not have sex for various reasons, they can enjoy each other in different ways.

– And we can not have sex with you because you are my father?

– And so too. And also because you are still too small.

– And what is more important?

– Both. – Anton answered amusing.

Jeanne thought, but almost immediately retorted, showing significant erudition on this issue.

– But close relatives cannot only have children, otherwise they will be inferior.

– You’re right, sun. But do not forget about morality, it is that such entertainment clearly prohibits.

– And she does not prohibit petition?

Anton looked at his child, looking at him with honest eyes, in which cunning sparkles were barely perceptible, and his face was completely impenetrable.

– Okay, I won, now put it out at the age of age.

– And what about age, I’m already a girl, which means I can already. Yes, and we have almost no virgins in our class.

“My baby,” Anton pulled his daughter closer and pressed to his chest, grabbing his hands in a ring. – You begin to seduce your own father?

– Yeah! – Jeanne pressed closer to Anton, – but I do not start, but I continue. I love you, the folder and I want you to be the first.

Anton, gently shook Jeanne from his arms. Got up, lit a cigarette, walked around the room. There was a full confusion in my head. He was afraid to admit to himself that he was counting on such a result from the very beginning, but at the same time he was afraid of him, at any time, even after today, ready to reverse. Undressing games, mutual affection, even a blowjob and anal Anton could recognize as permissible entertainment. But defloration of the daughter, about whom she directly asked, with her irreversibility, scared him, being very desired at the same time. If it was about any other girl who came to his visions, he would not hesitate. And now doubts tormented him, forcing him to frown and nervously drag on tobacco smoke, shaking off the columns of the ash on the carpet.

Jeanne, carefully watched his chaotic throwings without taking her eyes. He, in passing, looking around her flattened body, hooked his eyes trembling over the crotch with which his daughter continued to caress herself, and already discarding doubts, suddenly said in a hoarse voice …

– But I, a donkey, thought that I was seducing you.

The answer was only a murmuring, iridescent laughter, promising Anton a lot of pleasure, he should now step to his daughter and put her in his arms. That he did a moment later, throwing out of his head not spoken, no one needed.

***

Otto was clearly not asked this day. It all started with Henry called and announced that in the evening they were going to the selection, while Otto had his own plans for this time. Despite the chief’s unconditional ban on contacts with models, Otto agreed to meet with yesterday’s baby, she very invitingly smiled at him during the session. The parents of the Selma were from immigrants, but she herself was born here, and over her thirteen years she mastered many sciences, including bedding. At least he made such a conclusion from the behavior of the girl on the set.

She did not have to adjust her and show her the best poses, Selma herself did something incredible on the site, forcing him to rub the swollen trunk. This was somewhat interfered with the process, but Otto did not even think to stop it. All surrendered to work, he clicked the frame behind the scenes, and after completing the filming, improving the moment, he pushed this baby a little. She willingly accepted his affection, and when he recklessly invited her to meet again, not only agreed, but she also appointed time and place. And now, because of the order of Henry, everything has been broken. The girl so broke Otto that he was completely sure that she said goodbye to her virginity for a long time and could well brighten up him for some time without any risk.

Having cursed, Otto set about current affairs. He took the films to the laboratory, quarreled with Michael, a standard assistant who did not manage to bring lamps to spotlights. Their stock was already coming to an end, and it was more difficult to get new every day, since most of the lamps had long been time to throw it into a landfill because of their antiquity. Despite the profitability of the case, Henry constantly skimp on the replacement of equipment, which caused Otto frequent outbreaks of irritation. Then, one of the clients demanded an urgent commissioning of the order, although they agreed at the end of the week, but, obviously, the client has arrived, and Otto had to talk with him again. The chef, as always, evaporated in time, and Otto is angry to the devils that he had to puff behind Henry, was forced to persuade this pederast to tolerate a little.

However, they had almost no normal customers. Henry Studio was engaged in the shooting of custom -made photos for different clients, but to the greater extent their contingent were perverts and lovers of strawberries of all stripes. Naturally, such a lesson was not entirely legal, but the boss managed to give someone in the police on a paw, and they were not touched. There was almost no demand from Otto. Who is he – a photographer, illuminator, courier and a boy on the run, in other words – an empty place. Such as he Henry could find a dozen in the first word. There were almost no artistic requirements for his work, despite the fact that the fat man – and this is what he called Henry – paid very well. Otto’s work was also quite satisfied.

With the exception of customers whom he did not like, and with whom Henry mainly communicated, Otto had to deal with the objects of their orders, and these objects were very sweet.Sometimes boys, of different ages and skin color, sometimes owners of powerful busts with sadistic inclinations, but most often young girls. Recently, demand was for young meat, and the age of models was steadily declining every year. If at the beginning of his career Otto had to shoot more and more so mature girls, from sixteen and older, then gradually the bar dropped to ten to eleven years old, and it happened to him completely babies.

The tasks were not primitive, but Otto tried to put the soul in every frame, and not even because he wanted to please customers, but because the girls, his models did not deserve otherwise. Already those who have fallen on the love of, by virtue of their age, they have not yet lost the sensations of virgin purity and freshness. By commanding them during the session, Otto felt like a sculptor who was sculpted from their angular unequivable forms of bodies, a perfect creation, revealing the female principle hidden in them in the ruthless light of the Jupiters. He literally fell in love with his every model and jealous of them to assistants, bastling girls during group filming.

He was also reconciled with Henry that the fat man had certain moral boundaries that he had never crossed. So, during paired filming, it never came to real sexual intercourse, the copulation only imitated, which allowed Otto to feel like an artist, a master of angle, and not to fall to the level of a fixator of someone else’s merciful. Contacts between company employees and models outside the studio were also not allowed. According to Henry, this did not affect the business. Otto shared this opinion and never tried to sleep with one of his girls, but over time it became more and more difficult. If he was quite indifferent to boys or broken girls of easy behavior, then young beauties literally forced him to get out of his pants. And yesterday literally intoxianev from a series of nymphs who passed in front of him, Otto sunk into a seductive village, and only the call of Henry saved him from violation of the rules.

For the selection of models, they went to youth discos, or sometimes to the water center, where youth parties also took place on Fridays and in the sauna it was possible to choose the body for exclusive filming for any meticulous client. They periodically came across such orders, and then the model had to choose on the basis of a detailed description that it was quite difficult to do on a disco.

This time Henry dragged just such an order. The client described in detail the external qualities of the model, from the size of the chest to the color of the hair on the pubis. According to the description, a girl was required twelve to thirteen years old, with small breasts, long hair, Slavic type. This was not uncommon, among immigrants who were the main environment from which our models came out, it was quite easy to find a similar type. After conferring, they decided to go to the water center, since the compliance of the future model with some nuances of the order could only be determined by working with naked nature.

Henry himself went to the selection quite rarely. His running eyes and the greasy gaze quickly attracted undesirable attention to him, and it happened to him, taking him as a pervert, which was generally not far from the truth. For this reason, the stepdaughter of Henry, Lisa, went to the selection of the water center, along with Otto. She recently hit fifteen and, according to Otto, Henry adapted his adopted daughter not only to fulfill the duties of selecting models, but also to his own satisfaction, which, however, did not concern Otto himself. The chef’s relative was a too dangerous thing that he could lead to her dignity, ignoring the possible consequences. And although Lisa was quite in his taste, their relationship did not go beyond friendly. Her eye was scheduled, she did not attract excess attention, and could quietly choose the right candidate, that is, she was almost an ideal partner.

Having undressed and leaving things in the booth, they went into the room of the sauna. Having settled down near the pool, Otto took a couple of beer in the bar for himself, Lisa’s glass of Kola, and they began to inspect the hall, sipping drinks and dangling about different nonsense.

– Look, it seems, this is what we need. Small boobs, skinny ass. – quietly, not heard for outsiders, Lisa said after five minutes of observation.

She often entered her, and then she stopped choosing expressions, evaluating her sacrifices with the self -mercilessness of the teenager. However, she had something to be proud of. God did not offend her figure. Otto squinted at Lisa, covered only with a towel thrown over his knees. Strong rather large breasts swayed slightly with every movement, when Lisa twisted her head with a visual room. Rare drops of the remaining after the shower dragged on silky skin. Round completely feminine hips prompted that Lisa’s ass was also all right with the ass. If you do not take into account lovers of youngsters, then she looked now a dream of any man who was perfectly aware of, which made herself neglected about the likely candidate. But the current customer was precisely a fan of youth, and Lisa has long come out of an interesting age for him.

Otto leaned back in his chair, imperceptibly observing the surroundings. His bored gaze quickly found the girl that Lisa pointed to. Yes, the main parameters coincided, but the type of face was clearly oriental, which did not fit the description of the client.

– It will not work, we must still look. – he said, turning back to the rack and lighting a cigarette, – go walking around, and I’ll see here.

Lisa snorted, but unquestioningly went around the pool in the direction of the winter garden. Having looked at her, Otto began to look at the naked girls flanifying by him. The disco was noisy in the Great Hall, and the sounds of music reached the second floor, where the saunas and small pools were located directly, in which steamed people could plunge. The stand near which he sat attracted young charming people like a magnet, which was not surprising. If the young people had fun in the Great Hall, then they came here not so much to steam as to present the goods with a face. Traditionally, it was possible to remove the attached girl here, which with equal success was enjoyed by both saturated customers and seekers. Employment or intrigue on the side. Young boys could satisfy their natural curiosity and at the end of the girl’s delights without interference, older people chose a partner here for the night, that is, not a single girl was offended by attention. However, people came here only for the sake of the sauna itself, but there were not so many of them.

Otto finished the second mug when he noticed the girl completely suitable for the description of the client. She frolic with her friend in the pool, not paying attention to outsiders. Her body was spinning carefree in the water periodically exposing that elastic back with a relief protruding vertebrae and a follow -up, then a small chest with cherries and a showy pubis, immediately hidden by Buruns of water. In the opinion of Otto, she was just beautiful.

– Pay attention to those two girlfriends in the pool. – he said to the approaching Lisa, – I think it will do.

– Which of them? However, they both will fit. Another question is that they are unlikely to come for a survey. Too careless. Yes, and it seems that not only. You see a man on the other end of the pool? He clearly grazes them.

Otto looked over Lisa’s shoulder in the indicated direction. The man really followed the girls, but in the expression on his face it was clear that it was not a lover of strawberries, but an accompanying person, most likely the father of the same, or maybe both girls, which completely changed the matter. Henry avoided getting into a clear crime and limited himself to models, on the persuasion of which did not have to spend too much time. The girls themselves heard about the possibility of earnings willingly agreed to shoot. Only sometimes, when it came to the smallest, it was necessary to make contact with my parents. But the money is usually and in this case was a good argument. In any case, the case was resolved amicably. Henry did not contact the suppliers of living goods, since with a high degree of probability this could end up in the police. And with young lovers the risk was an order of magnitude less.

– When you need pictures? He asked Lisa, who often knew more than she was supposed by age.

– On Tuesday. But I will have to work with these, I looked, there is no one else suitable, and there is nowhere to pull.

– Badly. Otto darkened. He did not like difficulties, but how to approach this man did not imagine.

– You have not heard what language they speak in?

– Russian, or Polish, or maybe Ukrainian, you will not break. – Lisa turned away to the rack, – what’s the difference, all these immigrants are the same.

Henry himself was from the Poles, but quickly took root and imposed on the local, and Lisa also had Russian roots, unequivocally considered herself Aryan and treated the Turks and Slavs with a shade of neglect.

– Here you will beat the wedges? If you want to take a man on myself. She suggested.

– No, you still have to agree with him. Call Mikael, let him find out where they live, and who is this man to them. Well, everything else, then let’s talk.

Otto got off the stool and went to the sauna. Today his work was completed, and tomorrow, when Michael will get the right information, you can meet the babies and their father again. In most cases, it was simply a matter of the amount, and the customer paid all the costs of the selection and they were not reflected in his fee in any way.

***

The next morning, Otto, dragging on a cigarette, sat in the car and patiently waited for the baby he needed to appear from his entrance. Michael joked well and added the information he needed. It turned out that the girls were not a relative at all, and a man, whom Otto did not want to talk with, spent one of them to home yesterday, after which he drove with the second girl further. Michael correctly reasoned that it was not worth its mouth and find out the details, since they have the address of one of the girlfriends. Having twisted around the neighborhood, he found out the name and number of the girl’s apartment, and at the same time the presence of relatives.The girl was called Catherine, she was, as Otto suggested, from somewhere in Central Asia, but according to the facial features of the Asian. She only had an unemployed mother in stock, and since the girl herself, according to Michael, was already fifteen, this allowed not to be interested in her mother’s opinion. Well, the talkative neighbors characterized her as a young strainer, which promised easy work and small costs.

When Catherine left the house and headed for the stop, Otto waited until she caught up with his car, which she could not pass, and through the open window showed her a hundred. As he hoped, the girl lost her step and slowed down next to him, waiting for the continuation.

– I would like to talk to you. – said Otto, opening the door, – take the money to yourself, this will be compensation for the lost time.

– Excuse me, Herr, but I’m in a hurry to school. – Catherine did not talk out, but did not make an attempt to go further.

– empty. I think a hundred costs twenty minutes of your time, and the school will not go anywhere. Is not it? He grinned, opening the door even wider. – Climb, here is more comfortable than standing in the wind.

A little hesitating, she climbed into the cabin, leaving the door ajar, ready to instantly jump back. Otto noticed this grunted and continued as if nothing had happened …

– I am a photographer, I shoot young girls for different magazines and on private orders. Yes, you’re right, I shoot them naked. He frankly added, noticing her skeptical smile. – After all, you do not think that I will invite you to act in « cosmo »or « Girls », everything is much easier. I have an order to shoot a girl like you, the payment is good – four hundred a day. I saw you yesterday at the water center, you come up in all respects. Work for one or two days. Only shooting, no sex. Money right away. If I agree, I will explain in more detail, if not, you can go out.

Otto lit a cigarette and began to wait for the girl’s answer. In principle, he knew her decision in advance, but was not going to rush. Catherine thought about five minutes, then suddenly slammed the door and asked …

– We’re going right now? By the way, you can cigarette?

He handed her a pack and grinned, taking out a business card from his pocket.

– In the evening. You will come to this address to seven, they will meet you there. You don’t need to take anything with you, everything is eat. And please wash yourself before going out. If there are no questions, then go. I still need to work. Leave the money, this is an advance. And don’t be late.

Having landed the girl and reaching the office, Otto was preparing equipment for shooting and reflecting on how just it began to persuade young people. He was generally satisfied with a similar state of affairs, but slightly warmed the readiness with which the youngsters substituted their furnashki both under the camera lens and for men with money. «. Are there really not enough guys? Or the whole thing is only in money?»- He thought he was wiping the optics and loading the film into the devices. But, by and large, he had nothing against them, and he even liked Catherine, at least, outwardly.

The little Otto began to start, as always before shooting. He pretended to be anguish, from which Katrin would shoot, the props that can be used. The task was quite simple …In addition to the requirements for the appearance of the model, the customer stipulated only a few mandatory moments, such as the use of dildo, chains and other accessories. A prerequisite was that the picture would breathe passion, and not be a standard setting. The interior, outfits and positions were completely left at the discretion of the photographer that Otto loved very much. This order had a place for creativity, which he did not always have enough, and therefore he was looking forward to the beginning of the film session.

He preferred to work alone, except for the model, and he did not tolerate the presence of anyone on the site, which everyone knew and tried to retire in advance. He especially did not like if the customer himself wanted to act as a director. There were also lovers for whom the photo shoot was only a reason for a lustful look at the girls, or even worse, for their pawing with subsequent sex right on the site. When Henry came across such orders, he sent Otto home, paying him a standard amount for the session, and he replaced him with Michael, who could only press the descent, and approximately accurately direct the camera to the object. But, however, in these cases, it was not required.

At the appointed time, Michael called and said that he was taking the girl to the studio. Running it inside, Otto said goodbye to Michael, closed the door behind him and turned to Catherine. She examined the situation with interest, not at all embarrassed that she remained in an unfamiliar place alone with a man.

– You can undress there. – Otto nodded into the corner where the screen stood. – And let’s get down to business right away.

– Fully? – Katrin interrupted him.

– Yes, sure. Do not worry, I said that this is only shooting.

– And I’m not afraid. – She twisted with thin shoulder blades under a sweater tightening her body and went for a screen.

– The customer needs photos of your age girl who is amused with different toys. I hope you understand what? – said Otto, hearing a muffled grunt in response.

– Fine. – He continued, – the order for two dozen pictures, but we must remove several films, then I will take the most successful shots.

– And the rest you go where?

Otto turned into a voice. Catherine stood near the screen completely undressed. Her hands hung calmly along the body, without trying to cover either the stuck small breasts or the pubis, with a neatly cut strip of hair above him.. The figure was somewhat angular for her age, not yet finally decorated, but the customer needed just such. Catherine grabbed the gaze of Otto who involuntarily admired her, but continued to stand calmly not expressing a shadow of anxiety.

– If you want to give you. Otto muttered, from something embarrassed.

– Want. – She went to the middle of the studio, – what should I do?

Otto marveled to himself with her business, but without giving a look, he said …

– You must follow my instructions. But to start the question. How many times have you already had sex?

– Does it matter? – Katrin was surprised.

– Once I ask, then has. Understand, I don’t know what the client will do with your cards, most likely to masturbate on them, but my task is to make it so that they would cause him such a desire. If he needed an innocent baby, I would have found one. But now I have an order for a girl who already understands what for what. And I want to be sure that you can play a real passion.

Otto calmly explained to her these simple things and saw how an understanding of the situation begins to appear in her eyes.

– Enough. I understood. I have to make the old ferret aroused. Don’t worry, I can.

– Why, old? – Otto was surprised. Against « ferret »He had nothing. Sometimes he called his clients even more abruptly.

– Don’t know. But for sure, not young. – answered Catherine.

– Yes. Logical. – Otto twisted his head, – Well, now, baby, make it so that this ferret, if he was in my place, burst from the pants from excitement.

He turned on the light, and the work began.

At the beginning, however, as always happens with the new model, Katrin Robel and followed Otto’s orders purely mechanically. Her poses were tense, full of unnaturalness and deprived of a sign of the slightest passion. Otto, waiting for her thawing, clicked an empty, unlawed camera, commanded, forcing her to move, simultaneously adjusting to her plastic, looking for the best angles and positions. A little later, he gave her a couple of dildo and several chains and asked to play with them.

Catherine, warming up from the light of spotlights, which not only shone, but also significantly heat the set, flushed out. Her body came to life before her eyes, and it was clear that this peculiar game gradually draws her, bringing her serious pleasure.

She sat down in a chair, took one of the dildo and, spreading her legs, began to stroke them in her crack. The plastic covered with silicone gently glided in her hand, the dildo gradually plunged farther and farther, turning out the rollers hiding the vagina. Catherine, covering his eyes and biting his lips, pressed a little stronger, and the dildo under her arms went inside, falling into an expanded hole, deeply, so deeply that Otto did not immediately believe the saw. When Katrin left no more inch in the palm of his hand, she cried out lactatedly, arched, leaning in her chair, and pulled the dildo back. Her movements were all accelerated, the wheezing, breaking out of the throat, began to merge into one bubbling sound, and the dildo simply flickered, then peering over the entire length, then plunging almost completely.

Otto has long changed the device and the frame behind the scenes clicked, twisting around the girl, leaning towards her closely, squatting, changing lenses, angles and angles of shooting. He did not try to interfere in the process and only wondered how many working personnel can be squeezed out of this scene. And he himself faded the plans, continuing to remove the girl who had already entered in a stormy orgasm.

Catherine, through the body of which the last spasm ran, relaxed and spread out in the chair, unable to move with a hand or a foot. Otto, postponing the device, handed her a lit cigarette.

– On here, take. You and I are well done. – He grinned, also lit up, – I haven’t seen this yet. Yes, you can’t put it on purpose. I felt a report with you directly by the king, only managed to crush the button. Yes, this is luck.

Catherine silently let the jet of smoke into the ceiling. Then she looked down at Otto, joyfully bothering with cameras, and asked …

– You said that only two dozen personnel are needed, but took off how much?

– That’s for sure, I got a little carried away. But do not worry, the client will receive as much as he paid, but what will choose from. Yes, and you will remain as a keepsake. Rested? Then let’s work further.

And they began to give further. Catherine, discharged and dropping the sexual fuse, changed the behavior of behavior, and her movements acquired grace and slow languor. She was bending, turned over from the back to her stomach and back, pulled her legs to her chest, touching her fingers to the open vaginal wings. She launched chains there, slowly the ball behind the ball stretching them back, while her eyes opened up to the full -width, the eyelashes trembled to the beat of the movements, and her gaze was closed and dragged on with a throat.Otto, shooting about a dozen films, understood that the work was finished-was finished unusually quickly for the novice model, all the shooting did not last for two hours-but continued to shoot further for himself, carefully catching the most colorful moments. His panties have long been wet from the lubricant, the pants literally burst with lust, and Catherine, not paying attention to him, continued to caress herself, using the props with great fantasy and fiction.

Finally she ran out. Stretching out at full height, Catherine lay without movement, looking at the hillock bulging out of his pants Otto.

– You want me? She asked suddenly.

Otto hesitated. It was pointless to deny the obvious, but he has long been accustomed not to pay attention to the desires of his hagged friend. Moreover, he promised the girl that the case would be limited to shooting alone. He understood that despite the boss’s prohibitions, Michael never missed the opportunity to use the excited state of the model after filming, however, he dealt mainly with cheap whores. Otto himself has so far been able to keep himself within the framework. Although he liked the last baby damn. And Catherine just drove crazy. Such powerful sexual emanations emanated from her body, who were freely spread out on the platform, that his nostrils trembled, drawing this beautiful smell into themselves.

– Come to me, I want you, right now. – Catherine called him in a broken voice.

On the move, taking off his clothes and dropping, interfering, falling under his feet, Otto silently went to the girl, shifted her in a chair and, having arranged more comfortably, plunged into her bosom with one powerful push. Catherine greeted his every movement with strong movements. He seemed to try to stop it through, like a beast, without restraining, he worked with growing constancy, plunging the piston into a hot hole for the entire length.

Catherine cried out and hid under him in the final orgasm, but he did not think about stopping. Turning her backwards her back, Otto again entered her vagina, still scoring a member to the very end measuredly. He wrapping his arms around her back, he spread his fingers of the buttocks and began to pull the anus ring, plunging his finger there, at first quite a bit, and then deeper, moving them synchronously with the main action. Catherine had already made her voice, shaking his head and throwing his hair from his face. Her legs gave way, and if not for the dense grip of Otto, she would have fallen to the floor long ago. A big trembling shook the girl’s body, making her words illegible.

– Yes. Yes. Take me there! Oh my God!

Without waiting for repeated requests, Otto pulled out a member and, tilting it up a little, pressed to an extended anus, gently but quickly increasing pressure. The elastic ring, opening and letting his head inside, changed color, becoming from a dark pink. When the bridle disappeared between the buttocks, the resistance of the anus was sharply weakened, and the member of Otto slipped through the entire length, causing the girl of pleasure in the girl. With a few sharp frictions, Otto brought himself closer to the finale, and, twitching from the wave of orgasm that swept throughout, began to throw his sperm with tremors, filling the anal passage of Catherine and forcing her to hide in the next paroxysm of passion.

– On here, take the money. – He told her much later when they came to their senses and collected scattered clothes. Having extended the bills, Otto looked at Catherine and continued, – if I liked it, I will invite more when there will be an order.

– Okay, call, if you yourself like it, and if there is an order. – answered Catherine.

– And don’t talk to anyone. – closing the doors, muttered Otto in her back. However, knowing such girls, he himself did not really believe in it.

***

For Anton and Jeanne, the week that they spent together swept a sweet dream. And although Anton did not dare to give in to his daughter and deprive her of innocence, this did not affect their relationship. They seemed to go crazy …Waking up, Jeanne immediately climbed to her father, bearing to caresses, and as always he could not resist and fulfilled any wishes. Before the arrival of their wife, they slept together, and Jeanne finally unbelted. She threw the night shirt and filed in bed naked, forcing Anton to follow her example. Her favorite entertainment was a game with a member of Anton, which she fiddled, not tired of being struck by his size, when he awakened by her hands rose at full height. Jeanne measured his skin measuredly, forcing the head to pour blood when the foreskin dropped down, touched her lips and slightly tickled her tongue.

Unable to stand up, the rolled up, he had jumped over his daughter and, touching a member to her open petals, began to drive them along a damp crevice until the pleasure did not cover him with his head, and a muddy-white stream did not hit him from a convulsively compressed barrel. He tried not to get to Jeanne inside and directed the stream up, on his stomach. As a result, many drops fell much higher, on the chest, neck and sometimes on her face. But Jeanne liked a similar game, and she did not protest, but on the contrary, with pleasure she smeared them on herself or, dipping her finger, brought it to her mouth and licking the tart smell with her tongue. Anton after that carried her into the bath and rinse her with a shower, which started both even more.

And on the last evening of their idyll, he decided on the next step and, rubbing a member of her petal and breaking his daughter to the extreme, Anton moved higher, sitting down on Jeanne and bringing the excited barrel to her mouth. Without hesitation, she grabbed him with her lips and eagerly sucked into herself. Working with his tongue and lips, Jeanne gave him such pleasure that Anton did not even think to warn her of close eruption. And when his cock, swelling and blocked her breath, began to rhythmically twitching the streams of sperm, Anton did not have time to move away and made his daughter take his sudden gift inside. Forced to swallow most of the sperm, Jeanne coughed at the end, frightening Anton, but calmed down smiled and stated that she liked it, only the portion was a little great.

Self -smoothing guilt, Anton caressed his baby for a long time that evening, forcing her to shudder many times from the rolling bouts of orgasm. He worked in his tongue and hands, stroking her crotch, grip and buttocks. Lubricating his finger with cream, he carefully inserted his daughter into the anus, forcing her to squeeze his buns and open her eyes in amazement. They both wanted more, but both were careful, preferring a slow, advanced forward step.

Then there was the arrival of Anton’s wife, who returned everything to his place. They were again separated, and they had to be content with fleeting fugitive caresses during short moments of solitude. The holidays are over, Jeanne spent whole days at school, and in the evenings was engaged in lessons. Anton also leaned his work, and his wife, who was focusing on the trip, forced him to fulfill his married duty with full return, which could not but affect his potency. And the tricks of the daughter, defiantly lifting the hem of the night shirt under which there was nothing more, or pressing his hand to his crotch, no longer caused a frantic desire, but only a slight erection and a warm feeling blurred in his chest.

They, together with Katya, a daughter classmate went to the water center at the disco, where Anton was able to admire the naked Jeanne and her girlfriend again. Katya, despite the fact that she was two years older than his daughter, lost to Jeanne, more developed in physical terms. But, her behavior, like the smell of tobacco emanating from her, forced to think that she had long tried herself in bed. Anton, on the way home, tried several times to shift with her, but the girls kept from him at a distance, whispering about something and periodically exploding with the rolls of laughter.

A few days after this trip, Jeanne approached Anton and, with a conspiratorial look, suggested telling a kind of stunning news. The spouses at that moment was not at home, so Anton put her on her knees, where she immediately got down, giving access to her treasures, and prepared to listen.

– Remember Katya with whom we went to the water center? Imagine, the next day she was offered to participate in the shooting. Naked! For money! Fifty euros per hour! – whispered hotly in the ear to Anton Zhanna.

The excitement of the news, which surged on her from such news, made her daughter jump on the spot, fidget with her whole body, clinging to Anton as denser as possible. He pressed her stronger, grabbing with one hand across her chest, and launching the other into her pants. He slipped his fingers under the gum of panties, and immediately felt moisture oozing from the crack. The thought of filming naked on Jeanne acted like Anton’s most active caresses, her bud was literally crowded with the released juices, and the body twitched the desires.

Anton, who had long dreamed of capturing his little mistress in the photo, did not do this only because of the inability to handle chemicals. It would be too risky to hand over such a film to the developing service – he heard that plots with children are sure to be visible for pornography – but did not have reliable connections in this area. Anton’s dream was a good digital camera, which allowed to immediately distill the pictures into the computer, which allowed the whole process to do it yourself. But such a device was quite expensive, and therefore the thought of filming was postponed in reserve. He expected Jeanne this idea might like, but his daughter’s reaction simply struck him.

– And so, she agreed? – Anton asked, quietly caressing Jeanne with his fingers.

– Yeah! – answered Jeanne, and her cheeks immediately confused.

– Well, what. She is already fifteen, has every right, and the money is not bad.

-Yes, but suddenly someone will see these cards? – Jeanne’s voice sat with embarrassment.

– Of course they will see. For this they do them.

– No, I’m talking about friends. – She recovered even more quietly.

– It is unlikely. Such pictures are quite expensive and are usually ordered for private collections.

– Yes, but the Internet is full of photos. Suddenly these will get there?

– If so, then far from immediately. Why does it really confuse you? – Anton asked a counter question and added …- And you would agree?

– No! What you! – Jeanne stated categorically, and her body trembled again at Anton’s arms.- And for me I would agree to pose? He asked again.

– For you, yes.

-And if someone else was shooting?

– Don’t know. – Jeanne was finally embarrassed and subsided on the shoulder of Anton.

He stroked his daughter and pondered the current situation. Katyushka met his expectations and actually turned out to be a rather advanced girl. Scrolling in their memory a visit to the water -center, he remembered a man at the rack, casting appreciating glances at swimming girls. This means how models are being found here. And interestingly, the choice fell not on Jeanne, but on her girlfriend. But it could be the other way around. And what did he do then if his baby was rolled up with such a proposal? Or this could not be in principle? If, yes, then they have a good collection of information.

– And you would be against it if they offer me the same? – as if thinking asked Jeanne, – because in a day it turns out four hundred euros.

“Be quiet, financier,” Anton clapped her on the pope gently, “you don’t have enough for sweets? So you are bought and buy! You think less about money, we can handle it without snotty.

– Okay, but if it’s not about money, but. Then I would agree?

Anton again felt the trembling of her body.

– What? A hole has already caught fire? Didn’t you be afraid that the Internet would fall, that friends would see?

– Do not evade! – Jeanne raised.

– agreed. -Anton answered calmly,-but only if I am the customer, and not someone else. I, dear, selfish. And I’m not going to share you with anyone. I want to admire you alone.

He crossed his daughter on his back and began to tickle, pushing her hands away, which Jeanne tried unsuccessfully. They crawled from a chair to the floor and parted in a fierce battle, trying to grab each other by the sides and flooded with laughter. When the excitement was subsided, and they were a little tired, Jeanne sat on Anton and leaning toward his ear …

– And you will order such pictures? But, I want not to be alone, but to act with you, what to consider together then. Only for me and you.

***

Since the exit to the porn studio at Anton with Jeanne was only through Katya, Anton thought of her daughter to ask her girlfriend’s business card that the photographer gave her.

– You, most importantly, do not insist, but pretend that you do not believe and require evidence. And when she shows the business card, try to remember the number. Then you quietly write down. – instructed Anton Zhanna.

– Dad, I’m not small, I understand. She answered frivolously, going to school.

Turning on the player, Jeanne chopped off the further remarks of Anton and ran away, as always late for the bus. In the evening, with a satisfied smile, she showed her father her prey.

– Well, you were afraid. Katka did not suspect anything for sure. So important, the same fashion model for me. – snorted Jeanne.

– Well, glorious, only you don’t talk to her anymore on this topic. Fine? – Despite his experiences with his daughter, he did not want her to follow in the footsteps of a school friend.

Choosing the right time, Anton phoned the photographer. At first, he did not want to talk, and Anton had to remind him of the disco at the water center, as well as hint that he knows about Katina shooting.

– Kate? I don’t understand, Mr., what are you talking about. – the voice in the tube choked, then continued upset, – understood! Kate. Catherine! I knew that the girl had a long tongue. So you come out, the father of the second girl who was with her in the pool?

– It turns out so. – said Anton.

-You have some complaints? It seemed to me that the girl already had the right to decide how to dispose of her body?

– No, on the contrary, I have no complaints. And even more so I am absolutely not concerned about what is happening with Katya. I am to you on a different issue. I want to ask the cost of a series of pictures for a private collection.

– It’s not for me. I am a simple photographer and do not resolve financial issues. – the interlocutor began to deny again. – Or you mean pictures of Catherine?

– And this is an interesting thought! – Anton was inspired, – I believe that we will discuss her too. But, we are talking about something else. And I do not think that it is worth dedicating to your boss. After all, we can simply agree like two private individuals. I would like to take off my little girlfriend. She does not need a fee, this is only about paying for your services as a photographer. And it is advisable not to use the territory of the studio.

Otto thought. What this guy was talking about he had not yet had to do. Typically, orders passed through Henry, and he disposed of captured work. Of course, Otto represented the cost of the services of her company for customers, but quite blurry. Again, the laboratory was completely in Mikael’s department, and it is not a fact that it was possible to let the left film through it, not knowing the chef about it. And how he would react to the hacking of his employee, Otto did not imagine.

– This must be fumulated. – Otto said thoughtfully, – Come on, a friend will meet in the evening in the park, I will see what kind of person you are. At the same time, let’s talk.

***

Otto came to the meeting in advance. In principle, he was not afraid of a catch, but he realized that this act could be very substituted and get a lot of troubles. He noticed Anton from the far. This was actually that man from the water center, from this Otto immediately recognized him. He also did not rummage through the faces of the walks, but immediately headed towards Otto. They came together next to the playground, measured their eyes. Man Otto liked, open face, calm manners. It was felt that it was not connected with the police or with crime. Also, there was no raid of poverty inherent in immigrants on him, although the language and construction of phrases unmistakably issued a foreigner in it.

– Hallo, Froind! – greeted the man Otto, – what did you talk about your girlfriend there?

Anton, dragging on a cigarette, looked at the photographer and was in no hurry to start a conversation. Finally, he decided and said …

– I know that you are related to exclusive shootings. And I would like to use your services. However, I already said it. So it’s better you yourself continue. Yes. No. Price. Conditions.

– You can do it. But I, brother, do not take my left. Only artistic survey. Understood? And I warn you right away, if you are going to fuck the girl under the lens, then I’m passing. And why don’t you want to contact the studio? – Otto looked at Anton.

-I do not want to have pictures then appeared. – Anton said calmly, – these are purely family affairs, and there is nothing to do a stranger here. Less people – more oxygen. You shoot a digital camera, download the pictures to my car and parted like ships in the sea.

« Yeah, so it’s his daughter »- Otto understood. The sayings that the man was injected, he had not heard before, but he liked them as he liked and Anton’s proposal. Intelligent idea. It will be possible not to devote Michael into these matters, and the chef will definitely know nothing.

-So that you need it? He asked, already realizing that he would agree.

– Portrait shooting, single, steam room. No porn. In general, you are a pro, you decide what and how. Note, she is very dear to me, so, I want her to like everything.

Otto stunned a little. What this guy was talking about was just in his spirit, but, as follows from the words of Anton, the customer was actually a girl, and the first time came across this situation.

– The props is needed? Dildo, chains, all sorts of toys?

– No. – thinking, answered Anton, – I will get it myself. I don’t think you have a sterilizer, I don’t want to take risks.

– Logical. – noted Otto. – Then say time and place. And cook coal. Five hundred, unless, of course, your girlfriend does not pretend to be a fee.

***

After they agreed on the day after tomorrow and Otto received an advance, he went to the studio, where they had to bring the next baby. Henry took from « bridge »order for the cover, which was quite troublesome, but Otto loved just such a job. There was where there was a fantasy to turn around, and he could expose the light for hours, to work with chiaroscuro, in order to make one only successful picture in his opinion.

The girl’s name was Elsa, she was seven years old, and she was already quite an experienced model. Otto shot it several times for both magazines and private customers and believed that the girl was very sweet and very promising. Henry had several similar models, of different ages and gender, but work on the stream required a variety, which is why it was necessary to constant the search for new girls. Some of them remained for a long time, some, satisfying curiosity and cutting down a little money, later refused repeated filming, while others themselves rejected Otto because of the lack of plasticity, various discords or exorbitant stupidity. However, the rotation of models served as the benefit of the matter, and the selection of new ones was never a special problem, so if the girl refused to continue his cooperation for some reason, she was simply left alone.

It was impossible to negotiate with such youngsters as Elsa, and they had to connect their parents, luring them with money. So this time, the girl was brought by her father, a rather unpleasant type with running eyes. It was possible to give a hand to the cut off that he, agreeing to the shooting of his daughter, did not limit himself and poured, or maybe he fucked the baby, despite her years.

Otto, habitually expeling Elsa’s dad’s outside the door, nodded to the girl in a corner, and he took the order and began to think about the concept of the frame. Fairy shooting with a man was coming. The frame was supposed to illustrate the theme of the number about relations in the family, and Otto immediately remembered the man with whom he had concluded an agreement today. He would ideally fit the role of an elsine partner. «.»- grinning to himself, Otto thought, – « so let’s try the story ». In principle, the ideas of these two orders were surprisingly coincided, but since Otto did not like to repeat himself, it promised him only an additional puzzle.

Finally, a man appeared who was supposed to be a partner of Elsa in today’s shooting. Professional actor, he possessed beautiful athletic addition with a body, decent plastic and calmness to fulfill all the instructions of Otto. Otto grinned again, remembering how Michael persuaded Henry to allow him to star in one of the orders. The moron thought that the girls had an advance, as his customers, but forgot that Otto’s approach to work was very different from his representations.As a result, Michael had to freeze for a long time in uncomfortable poses, leaning a member against a girl’s furry, but not having the opportunity to stick him there. After an hour, his fighter could only be raised with the help of a horse dose of the pathogen, and since he did not have to discard the tension, Michael rushed in the future to act as a statist, losing this place to professionals.

Otto discussed with Elsa and her partner position options. Unlike past filming, he surprised the girl, asking her own opinion about the plot of the frame and what episodes she likes. Elsa thought for a long time, after which she shared her considerations. To Otto’s chagrin, there was nothing worthwhile in them. Elsa’s father, as he expected, managed to corrupt the girl to such an extent that she was excited only by the most dirty scenes with the raid of sadism. He interrupted the discussion, and they began filming.

***

Jeanne was delighted with the toys purchased by her father. Anton, after a conversation with the photographer, looked into the sex shop and acquired a pharymmitator, a jar of lubricant and several other different devices.

She unfolded the packaging and sorted out a new equipment for a long time, interested in her father by the methods of using some objects. Anton saw any of them before, and the vibrator even tested on his wife until he deteriorated, but for the most part was only familiar with porn films. Harding to the answers to Domchkina, Anton suggested that she turn on the cassette and understand the process technology herself. He had several films with lesbians using such equipment in their games. Anton avoided giving her more rigid films, fearing that Jeanne was not quite true, a cynical idea of sex issues, but he did not prohibit the soft erotica, joining the viewing himself, but paying attention to the little spectator more.

Grabbing the cassette Jeanne fled to her room, where she had her own vision. Looking at her after a while, Anton found his daughter lying on the bed and staring intensely on the screen. If he correctly imagined the plot, then judging by the picture, Jeanne rewound part of the image, choosing only the key moments in which the girls wielded dildo and other toys. Anton’s wife was absent in the city, and her trip was supposed to take a few more days. Therefore, Anton could calmly join his girlfriend, neglecting precautions.

Jeanne, already slightly on the platoon, leaned toward Anton, allowing him to use playful fingers, and a little later, when he had already reached her bud and caressed the clitoris, forcing her to tremble with pleasure, she significantly slipped him dildo. Anton helped his daughter pull off her panties and, taking a warm plastic thing in his hand, touched her pubic jeanne’s pubis. Funning, he led a dildo around her crotch, described circles in the lower abdomen, touched the inside of the hips. Then, turning over on her stomach and forcing her to bend her legs at his knees, Anton began to pull the pharymmetrator between the buttocks down, touching them to the hole of the anus, going down even further and, pushing the elastic petals, gently drowning him in the vulva, finally reached the clitoris, where he andcompleted his way exciting his daughter to the limit.

She turned out of his hands, lay down on her back and, spreading her legs wide, began to repeat his movements on her own. Having reached the vaginal segment, Jeanne slowly but surely began to slow down the tip of the dildo in the expanding hole, it was concentrated by catching the moment when he rows into a natural barrier. Anton, having waited a little, grabbed her hand stopping the movement.

– It seems to me that you decided to get rid of virginity yourself? – he asked his daughter half -heard.

– And if so. – She smiled back. – You can’t wait for you.

-No, sun, let’s postpone it somehow for later. And if you put a question in this way, then I will prefer to do it myself, and a more suitable tool.

Anton’s tool by this time accepted such sizes that shorts could not hide the excitement that had gripped him. Jeanne reached his pants and clung to the belt, pulling off the shorts from him along with his underpants. Having freed her friend, she grabbed him with her lips, not paying attention to the grease covering the head of the penis. Anton, without interfering with Jeanne, unfolded her with a walet and also began to work with his tongue, smoothing the open sash of her bud.

Feeling a roling excitement, threatening premature eruption, he turned from under his daughter, grabbed the chain lying in close and, lubricating the balls with cream, carefully began to straighten them one after the other into the anus of Jeanne. She frantically twitched, involuntarily squeezing the buttocks every time when the next ball disappeared in her hole. When only a loop remained in Anton’s hands, and all the balls found a place inside the daughter, he transferred her to the edge of the bed closer to the mirror, so that she could see her anus. Jeanne lifted her legs higher and, breathing intermittently and listening to her feelings, pulled the chain pulling her back.

Suddenly a randed doorbell threw them out of bed. Dressing feverishly, they began to collect toys scattered throughout the room. Anton, turning off the tape recorder along the way and smoothing his hairstyle, went out into the hallway and opened the door.

– Hello, Jeanne at home?

For some time he looked incomprehensibly at Katya, dressed in a rather frank skirt and a short topic, then pulled himself together and stepped aside, freeing her passage. A stuck Jeanne appeared from her room in a hastily thrown robe. The girls went to them, and Anton, everything could not calm down and, looking at the cigarette dancing in his hand, imagined what could happen if his wife was on the threshold instead of Katya on the threshold.

Katya went into Jeanne’s room and pulled the air with his nostrils. The weak but tangible smell of debauchery hung in the air, and together with the crumpled bed and scattered objects of the toilet, he pointed to thoughts.

– What did you do here? – Katya asked at a striking chair in a chair.

– Nothing, just lying.

– Well, yes. Certainly. -with these words, Katya leaned over and pulled out from under the bed, a small vibrator flooded there, which Jeanne and Anton did not have time to try and forgot in a hurry.

– This is mother. – Jeanne muttered justified, – I took to see.

– Yeah, see, – Katya spread her legs, from which her skirt crawled up, and ran a toy on the pubis, barely covered with fabric of panties. – And so do it.

She scattered her legs on the armrests of the chair and began to move the vibrator, pressing matter inside the petals. Then, with a jerk, moving the cloth striped to the side, plunged it into the vagina with one motion. Jeanne looked fascinated at what was happening, reassured that Katya did not suspect the truth, but decided that she was indulging in solitude. Suddenly a quiet click was heard and then a quiet buzzing sound. The vibrator in a Katya hand came to life and, spreading and turning the thick folds, began to smash, plunging, and then peering out of an open hole.

– So you did not know that it can be turned on? – Katya noted the dumbfounded appearance of Jeanne. She shook her head negatively.

– Girls, you will watch …- Words froze at Anton on the lips.

The picture that opened his eyes was created for the connoisseur gaze. Two half -naked girls froze on the spot. Katya, caught at the crime scene, mechanically continued to masturbate, and Jeanne, launched her hand under the bathrobe, did not take her eyes off her. Only the thin sound of an eccentric in a plastic toy broke full silence.

– Sorry to burst without knocking. – Anton apologized, – it seems that you have your own movie.

“Don’t worry the baby,” he nodded pale Katya, “I have already seen you naked, and you are even prettier. Only Zhanka do not insert this thing, she still has a girl.

When, Katya ran away in complete embarrassment, Jeanne went to her father, took his hand and led her to her crotch. Anton’s fingers came on the move to an incomprehensible obstacle in which he did not immediately recognize the loop from the chain. Jeanne turned and slowly began to move to the side, with her whole body feeling the balls alternately leave her sphincter. When the chain was completely in the hands of Anton, Jeanne giggled said …

– All this time she was inside me. I almost foolishly from excitement. I can imagine what Katya would say, especially after today, if I found out about this thing.

***

Without thinking of anything, Otto went to a meeting with Anton, deciding to rely on intuition. In the end, it was the behavior during the filming of both the girl and her father should determine the way of presenting the material. On the way, he tried to understand that he was waiting for him on this shoot, the miserable attempts of lovers in the image of something unusual, or static clamped bodies, from which he would have to sculpt something acceptable. Of course, he could have been lucky, and his father and daughter could be actors by nature, but he did not like to hope for good luck, and out of habit he expected the worst.

Anton invited him inside. In the middle of the large bright room there was a tall girl in flared blue trousers and a light tight -fitting chest of a blouse that did not know the bra. Cute, not shining with beauty, but very charming.

– My name is Janna. She introduced herself, holding out his hand.

– Otto. – in turn, he recommended, continuing to look at the girl.

“Thank you for agreeing to our proposal,” Anton appeared from behind his back, “for some reason it seems to me that we will not succeed in ordinary prelude today, and because when you look around, you will have to take command. Both I and my daughter are somewhat worried.

Otto walked around the apartment. Nothing special …a few rooms, all clean bright;two bedrooms, in any of which you can arrange a pavilion;a living room with low armchairs and a thick carpet in the middle of the floor;a bunch of equipment;Powerful, judging by appearance, computer. He turned to Anton.

– Where do you prefer to have fun.

– Everywhere. It’s easier to say where we have not yet indulged, but, by and large, still on the bed. But I think it’s not very convenient there. After all, this is a shooting, not just a pleasure.- That’s for sure. You should get pleasure from photos. – said Otto, looking at the permission to smoke. And having cooked a cigarette, he continued …- Only you in vain think that without pleasure you can take good pictures. To open up, you must forget about my presence, or be proud of each other so that you would brag in front of me. You see, boast and be proud. But neither one nor the other can not be done without pleasure. Therefore, let’s start where you are more familiar, and only then let’s see what can be done.

– We undress? – asked the girl.

– No. – Otto grimaced slightly, – go, the father will undress you.

They went to the bedroom. Otto bent over the coffee, taking out and setting up the equipment, and Anton, to whom Otto winked quietly, sat on the edge of the bed, put Jeanne on his knees and began to purr in her ear some unpretentious motive.

He gently blew her neck, his fingers tapped the intricate rhythm on his sides, gradually grabbing his chest, running around his stomach on his hips and returning along the spine to the thin collarbones. He said something quietly to her, and gradually the girl was released by the tension she owned. Jeanne relaxed, got comfortable, and soon, still barely perceptible waves began to run through her body, the first signs of sexual excitement.

Anton gently pulled the side zipper, holding her pants on his hips. Jeanne, no longer paying attention to the Otto’s room fussing somewhere in the corner of the room, arched with her whole body, helping her father cope with ineffective pants. Anton, putting her facing her, launched his palms under a short jacket, caressed her chest, back, put a finger between the legs squeezed at the base, pulling the elastic band of thin openwork panties, stroked the elastic linen. Then he, holding the bottom of the blouse, pulled her up her chest. Jeanne, helping him, raised her hands. And at this moment the room broke out the room.

Otto, smiling pretty, looked at their face blinded by light and was quietly rejoiced, already absolutely clearly imagining how much this session was to lead him. This couple was so immersed in each other that his presence simply remained by them not noticed. The views thrown at the partner, the thrill of bodies, all just shouted to him …Yes, we love each other. And they did not need prepared toys, all these devices to incite passion. The merger of a man with this girl was so complete that Otto could only admire their caresses, sometimes pressing the button of the apparatus.

Rushing the SIM card in the device, Otto called them into the living room. And they went there, without taking his eyes off each other, intoxicated by their proximity. Jeanne willingly put her charms for showing, but only to Anton, not a photographer. And he had to constantly move, finding himself behind the girl’s father, in order to catch all the best in the frame.

They never began to print the photos taken. There was nowhere to hang them, but I just did not want to hide in the apartment. Therefore, they decided to be pleased with the pictures of Catherine, which Otto presented them as a presentation. The appearance of a naked girl, gambling masturbating an impressive dildo, was in earnest Anton and Jeanne, and forced them to remember the embarrassment in which they fell all the three of them. Sometimes a daughter rolled up to Anton with various kinds of submarines …why didn’t he fuck Katerina that day, and whether to call her this time for a joint time?

Anton claimed that he had enough of his baby and that she was getting him alone until complete insensibility. He grabbed his daughter in an armful and flooded on the sofa, where they joyfully fiddled to exhaustion.

And only occasionally, when once again there were only one, Jeanne sat on her knees, and they looked at herself on the monitor screen as Otto captured them.