. I don't know what, and she. is. interested. in all this. She says "You adorable, excitable boy. Calm, just calm down," smoothing my arms down. I'm...shaking.She says "Why don't YOU take some pictures of me. That is if you're not too put off by my 'condition'." I'll shorten the story and say that I attempted to take pictures as she teased for the camera (my god what a woman), but I sucked because I was shaking so bad. We looked at the pictures as I proceeded (and they were blurry and. " Thanks mate." So what do you think of this place?" Seems lively enough... tasty..." What have you spotted?" Nice set of arses to your left." Oh I see... well the blonde is mine, dead cert." What if she's taken?" Does she look taken? She looks like she's eyeing up that Greek bloke already." She's as good as taken then - forget it, her mates are still loose." You two see if you can pull her mates then!" You're not seriously still planning on pulling that blonde are you? I've never known a Greek. I stood where she could see me and she started smiling. She was in her dressing gown and watched for a minute then motioned me to come out. I opened the patio door and she said can you come into mine? Ok I said give me a minute. I put on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and went over. The door was open and I went into the kitchen. Jean said I hope you don't mind coming over. I told her not at all. She said I thought we could have a bit of fun here for a change. I could sense that jean was a lot. Her kisses continued without a break, and her hands got busy. Parting her knees to force mine open, she lowered both her hands to my testicles, gently moulding her fingers over the hot surface of them, stroking and squeezing them very gently, and then, with the weight of them on her palms, slowly scraping her fingernails up and over the skin. At some point the weight overcame the support, and they slid down, past her fingertips, to rest, nestled just in the hollow formed by her two legs and so.