”“You planned all this?” he asked.“Not exactly,” she gasped. “But this is perfect. You have no idea.”She forced her mind to think about ...ictures, and pictures of this overwhelming male body leapt into her mind.She had him go back to the window, and go through the same poses as before. She licked her lips, which had suddenly gone dry, as she looked over the camera at his raw male appeal.She took him all over the house, and then outside the house, taking picture after picture of his naked form,. . the last few days, but what exactly is going on?”Jen shuffled and put her hands to her heavy breasts and said “Mmmyy tittts toooo ffullll! Hhurrrts!”“Oh, dear, we’ve waited too long! Maryanne, do you have a large mixing bowl or something like that?” asked Deb urgently.“Oh ... yes ... um, in here,” stammered Maryanne, turning and heading into the kitchen. Jen was unbuttoning her blouse as she came in with a very large plastic bowl which she handed to Deb. Jen got the blouse and bra off, and. From Conrad's perspective, it was hard to tell which the more spectacular sight was.The middle-aged woman he had brought to Canada from Kansas City was a spectacular sight. He had unbuttoned her dress with no resistance. He had reached around her and unclasped the bra which snapped in the middle of her front. She was not wearing panty hose. Her panties were somewhere between old-maid and Victoria's Secret. Her black lace panties were not as skimpy as a thong. The back and front panels stopped. "Is this phone sex?" I teased her. "If I drive all the way over, you damn well better or I'll make you." I teased her more and waited for her to reply."What will you do to me? Fuck me like your whore? Or, you could tie me up, then fuck me!" Chantal moaned, this time I could tell she was rubbing her pussy. "I want you in my hot pussy so bad, Daddy." I could hear a little whimper in her voice."Oh baby, I want in you just as bad!" I replied, thinking of all the nights I had dreamt of making her my.