" More?!? Like what?" She had implied earlier that she might want to be bigger for my benefit, but if I had desired that, her body would have already ...esponded.Renée sat up and looked me square in the eyes. I still held her close, so the look was intimate. "I'm not just talking physically because I realized that I was your idea of perfect a long time ago." She seemed to squirm in her seat and then asked, "What more would you want ... from me?"I wasn't sure what she meant, though ideas were. “Is there anything we can do, Mrs. Billings?” Jessica asked.“Call me Marjorie! Yes, Ellen can show you what needs to be done.”I got my lemonade and went to help the other parents ride herd on the boys who were running around the huge yard like maniacs with Bill Jr., alternating chasing them or being chased. When I saw they were in good hands, I walked around to the front of the house where my daughters were with the bunnies, piglets, and baby goats in the small petting zoo.“Hi, Doc,” I said to. In their room, the boys were watching the first official joining of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson: "Wow," Ron gasped, "did you see how she just took all of dad in at once? Not even Amy can do it that quickly." Our new mom sure has a beautiful pussy. Do you think she would let us suck and fuck her?" Don asked."Don't be silly," John said. "You shouldn't be thinking things like that; At least not until she gets back from her two weeks alone with Dad." The camera system we added throughout the house sure. The sun was high and she was wearing her wide brimmed hat.Watching, I struggled to believe my eyes. This vision of beauty lying on the bench, her hat lying on the floor. Her body open to the world. Slowly, deliberately she trailed her hands down her body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples a dark dusky pink matching some of the flowers. Her fingers rolling, pinching, tugging her peaks. Something powerful was driving her. She was biting her lip, her face a picture, that if captured would move any.