”“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Smythe said dryly, unable to stop his own wide grin. It really was a wonderful thing, having three beautiful wom...n to love.Aran laughed. “I miss them, but I’m glad they’re with you. They’re in good hands. They’re probably all curled up in bed with you now, are they?”Smythe grimaced as he remembered the blow to the head he’d just received. “Actually, lad, I’m only here right now because I was struck from behind on the street and knocked out.”Aran’s brow furrowed as. At first, she tries to work the stock loose so she can pull her head out, but it is too tight and is locked in place. Since she can't get free, she decides to finish what Dan had started in the garden. The camera on her left side gets a good view of the damsel in distress fingering her smooth pussy through her tan seamless pantyhose. The camera man behind her notices it too and pulls her dress off her ass. Now two of the monitors display her fingers working her nylon-clad clit and labia. At 10. I just sorted them, taped them together and filed them in my folder. As I matched up two pieces one evening, there was a life-size penis drawn across the bottom of the page. What the hell? Why did Jorja draw that? I looked closely. It was mine. I could tell because I have a black mole on one side and it was detailed perfectly. I got out a ruler to see if she had the size right. Yep, six and one quarter inches--that's me all right.I started at the top of the page looking to read her doodles for. We already did it twice on Saturday. But I guess it’s better than not wanting me, right?’ ‘Oh, I could never not want you. I did miss you a lot, maybe that’s why I’ve wanted you so much this weekend.’ ‘Yeah, well, dinner got cold Friday night, you just couldn’t wait. Just like a teenager.’ ‘Oh, come on, you loved it. When you scream, I know, you’ve missed me and are glad to have me back.’ ‘Mmm, well, yes, inside me.’ ‘See, you’re just as bad.’ ‘Well, this morning was the loveliest of all. I.