We tried to talk to them but language was a problem, so we finished our lunch and went back to beach.This time I had brought the camera, and since har...ly anybody came as far as our patch of the beach, we had all the privacy we needed.Mom first took photos of me in various poses and then I took her snaps.I took a photo where she was lying on sand on her stomach, her palm on her chin and waves lashing her legs and bums. Then I shot her arching her head back, her long hair falling back on her back. We disabled the alarm system, and began our patrol ofthe house itself. Once inside, “Let’s sit here for awhile,” Betty lead byexample, as she settled onto the living room’s sofa andpressed the remote control to light the gas firedfireplace. I sat beside her. Holding hands led to kisses, to caresses, to making outlike teenagers with hands under blouses and intounzipped slacks. “Wow, what got into you?” If whatever exited my wifecould be bottled I’d make. It felt wonderful and exciting and it even felt arousing as hell. He leaned in and began kissing both of their breasts and then kissing their stomachs and then he even went down further, kissing down on their thighs. He loved it but he almost felt as if he could cum. He took hold of their breasts again and kissed and kissed and he kissed them some more. They truly loved it. They wanted so much more and wouldn’t even mind if he put his erection up inside their pussies. They hinted at it too.. When he heard that she had not been to the West End in years he slapped her playfully on the hand. "Well - we must surely do something about that! All that wealth of the world's finest talent to be seen day by day and you stick at home or in the pub! Shame on you, my girl! I'll be in touch after today is over! We must go to a few shows together - if you like?"Veronica said she would very much like and the chat paused for a few minutes as both enjoyed a spell of convivial silence. Then Douglass.