Amanda felt like dying a noo escaped her lips, but MisterArnold looked at her angrily and she stopped. ?Well wouldn?t you liketo see her pretty pantie... Dolly?? He could see there was an excitedeagerness in the young boys eyes. ?Ohh yes please Mister Arnold,? hehalf whispered as if it was a big secret. ?Ask her then, ask her Dolly,I?m sure she wants to show you.? Peter looked shyly at his Mummy. ?Willyou show me your pretty panties mummy?? His voice was soft almostgirlish and his eyes were. Your hard cock—see, I remember the word—where it is now being good. But it was better under my lips and is so fulfilling when it is inside me. You like what I do to it?"Brad was still in a haze of wonder that he had found such a woman, or nymph, whatever. "I love what you do. I love every touch of you. My eyes long to feast on your body, and my hands, lips and tongue long to follow, searching all over you, hair, face, shoulders, breasts, thighs -and here." And with that he slid his body down. As I moved further up she thought I was going to lick and play with her pussy and clit. I didn't. I gave it a quick lick. Mmmm she tasted good. I then moved further up and caressed your tummy and breasts. I cuped each of them and kissed her nipples. I gently bit each one of them in turn. I was making sure I touched and kissed her everywhere. She loved this. Loving that I was so concentrated on making sure she was relaxed and turned on at the same time. Shse was now really wanting my hard cock. When he left it, I immediately wanted him to be in it. Our smoking became somewhat of a sexual thing. I really don't know if it was from the breeze or him being close to me, but my nipples were pressing my sheer bra again, and consequently, my top did not hide them. I got wet when he stepped back and blew a smoke ring that encircled my nipple, pushing against my top. I was slowly being worked up by a craftsman. As I blew smoke slowly out of my parted lips, he said, "Anne, anybody ever tells you.