Hershoulders became more narrow and rounded, the lines flowing to a slenderwaist that flared into hips that matched the shoulders' breadth. Ishortened...her torso and made her legs correspondingly longer. My mainweakness as an artist was hands and feet. The ones I drew tended to besomewhat disproportianate. The image didn't have to be minutely detailedbut had to show the whole figure so I drew in hands and feet, takingpains to get the sizes right. "Hmm, not bad."Like a lot of women, Paula was. It's probably fair to say there is a seniority system amongst the wives, whether it's formal or not. And the social structure under which polygamy exists probably doesn't matter all that much. By that I mean it probably doesn't matter whether the family is from one of the tribes of deepest Africa, a Muslim tradition, a Mormon sect, or whatever. I suspect it doesn't even matter whether the polygamy is formal or not, for that matter. The women undoubtedly work things out between themselves, and I. Leading me onto the boat we stop topside and you push me back on the cushion. My shaft sitting straight up in the air with an open invitation. As you climb on top of me I can still see a little trickle of your cum running down your inner thigh. You catch me smiling at the sight of this. Knowing that it's going to be so easy to slide into you. You lower yourself down until you can feel the tip. Kissing me passionately as you lower yourself onto me. The head parting your lips and gliding along. ”He looked at her, intensely and intimately almost. “That outfit…boy that outfit…when I saw you in it” and he closed his eyes to recall how she looked in it. The short, short jean skirt, and that button down blouse and her titties how they looked and how she looked well it brought him to want her much more “I wanted you more then you could ever know.”“I have it in my car still” she said. You do…you do…that outfit, really? Oh god, run and change into it. Let me show you something, he was telling.