The urge to paint her had built and built over the last year.But fugitives did not have the time to spend in one place working on an oil painting. The...best I could do was sketch her in charcoal.And my sketchpad lay in the tent.Zanyia moaned louder, Ava's smaller gasps echoing. The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip represented my mastery of dance, of moving my body to music, expressing all my desires through the undulation and gyration of my form. My finger followed the end. "Yeah, but weain't gettin' any customers. So fat lotta good it's gonna do us."As if on cue, the three of them heard the bell from their door andimmediately stood up straight, the words "a customer!" ringing in theirheads. However, the three of them were horrified to see a familiar faceand quickly ducked out of sight."It's the twerp!" hissed Jessie."What're we going to do, he's sure to recognise us!" sobbed James,already crying a river."Just keep yer traps shut, and maybe he'll leave...". I slowly went near to her and tried for kissing. She didnt said no. So i started kissing her lips her lips was really so sweet. I just lying on her and kissed her. One of my hands was going to on her left breast and another hand was at at her hair.Her boobs were so soft and started rubbing slowly. I can feel her breath. It was heat and fast. I just started kissing her neck and rubbing her breast with two hands. She was moaning ‘ah hari ahahah’ and saying I can’t control this. I think she didnt. We took a month’s lease on a beach house. We’ll have our privacy for half the time and then our twelve year old daughter, Cassie, would join us for the remainder of our vacation. She’s staying with her best friend next door, and her parents will take Cassie to the airport for her flight here and Cassie would get two weeks on the beach with us. I’m Debra, a 30ish red head, medium height, slim body, small busted woman who works for a large corporation in the public relations department! Stan.