............................................................................................................Dear Judith,I greatly enjoyed our supper t...gether last night, even though we were reduced to lip-reading at one stage! Next time (if there's to be a next time), I'll try to choose somewhere a little more sedate.Your work for that international children's charity sounds fascinating, though I was alarmed to learn that you might be posted to Africa for a year. And just when we were getting. He slammed into her, letting his cock prod and probe. "Sweetheart!" His mom's chest heaved up and down, and her breasts jiggled in delightful little circles. She ran a hand through his hair, and Justin fucked her even faster. Their bodies slapped together, creating an illicit rhythm as their flesh met and parted. Justin realized he was moaning through gritted teeth. His mom was moaning too, each one slightly higher in pitch than the last. He could sense her orgasm approaching, and realized that. .. mostly because she'd been there. The pictures of huge codpieces on Kings, Dukes ... even knights were products of artists staying alive. So too were massive chests and well turned calves. Noses were shrunk and chins grew.Paintings of wives and children were more the product of imagination than the real thing. Sometimes the beauty of a child was found in the model found on the hillside tending the sheep ... sure ... the tender and the Duke's son had the same father but the son ... he was. At that moment, Lisa walked into the cabin. "Good afternoon, girls. My name is Lisa and I'm your counselor. This afternoon, we shall be settling into our cabin. Each of you has a bunk, foot locker and a coat locker for your rain gear. I want you to hang your raincoats and your boots in the coat locker, and the rest of your clothing in the foot locker. After you have finished unpacking, I want you to slide your suitcase, or whatever you brought your clothing in, under the lower bunk of your bed..