I like trees."Isobel looked at Mr Corsellis who was smiling proudly. "He's very good," she said.He nodded. "He takes after my mother. I'll show you la...er." When we go to see Granny we do lots of painting together," added Larry excitedly. "She's taught me lots of things."Larry had relaxed and, although he did not make a nuisance of himself, joined in the conversation.They went back downstairs for coffee and Mr Corsellis showed Isobel an exquisite watercolour of a road leading over a stone bridge. I obeyed.“Now take off the dress.” I unzipped the dress, and slipped out of it, turning my back, and pushingout my bum as I did so.“Mm, yeah!” He breathed, “Nice and FAT! Now take off the bra and panties.” I did as I was told. Once I was down to my stockings, suspenders and high-heels, he reached out to grab me by the hips, and pull me towards him, so my butt was inches from his face. I could feel his hot breath on it, and his strong fingers digging into the flesh, as he crooned “So soft - so. There was a large element of lust in her voice.I felt Ashley reach around my waist. She fastened something at my hip. I looked down and could see she had wrapped a towel around me. “There are children present,” she said in a stuffy voice. “Why don’t you put some clothing on and I’ll organize the hen party. We can start with something simple.”“What about Aine?” I asked.“Lenore convinced her to sit in one of the other rooms and talk,” Erica said. “It’s nice that she’s not here.”“She’ll be here. Next I selected a pair of dark lace panties, low cut and tight. I checked my legs and pussy for smoothness, making sure no errant hairs were present, and rubbed them and my tits with lotion so the skin gleamed. Over it all I took a loose white button down dress shirt, rolled the sleeves up and left the top three buttons open, just enough to hint at my cleavage. So clad for my mission, I made my way downstairs. Greg was watching TV in the living room, and I waltzed in, only glancing at him.