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Click hereI relaxed, breathing heavily. Jane leaned over me, my cock still buried in her, her elbows placed just beneath my armpits, her face inches from mine.
"Liked it?" she said. All I could do was nod. "Said so, didn't I?" She smiled, and then gave me a kiss before she rose, my semen running along her thighs. "Lets have a shower. I think we need it, both of us."
After we'd showered and then had another glass of ice tea I had to leave. The next day I left for vacation with my parents, and when we returned Jane had went to LA, preparing for her exhibition. I got an invitation for the opening, but couldn't go. A few weeks later I got a book in the mail, featuring all the photos from the exhibition. It felt a bit strange to see those pictures of her and myself, looking so innocent despite what had happened as a result of the session. Jane hadn't used the last roll of film, but she had had them developed and had put them in an envelope together with a letter. She had decided to stay in LA, she wrote, but I was welcome to visit when I had the chance. And at night, when I look at those pictures, I think I will take her up on the offer!