The bulge in my jeans was obvious but your hand had moved now rested nonchalantly on my upper thigh. You turned your own eyes on her man and noticed ...is continued voyeurism as he did the same but in reverse, a glint of pleasure obvious in his eyes as they paused occasionally on their route up from your shiny black boots right up your body. The lady must have said something in appreciation of your breasts because they both looked directly over to you in perfect synchrony. They looked approving. Calvin looked into that vast face, wildly framed as it was withthick, jet-black hair and a full beard. He found he couldn't meet those huge flaming eyes."Come on, let's not make a scene, Sir," he said as calmly as he could.The man turned from him. "Very well," he boomed in his incrediblydeep voice.He marched for the door, Calvin following slightly behind.He paused suddenly just as he was leaving. "I wouldn't want topatronise an establishment such as this, anyway," he said softly, aslight smirk. I strip down to my lace bra and thong and walk down the stairs as quietly as I can. He is facing away from me and I watch him stroke his big cock. I never fail to get turned on by the site of it. My pussy starts to tingle at the thought of all the things I have done with that cock. I walk up behind his recliner and run my hands down his hard chest, my tits end up in next to his face. His eyes instantly open and stare into mine, eyes full of lust and love. “What a nice surprise to find you. His obsession with the beauty of Italy and Greece was only surpassed by his increasing obsession with that living example of Italian beauty, Maddalena. James sketched Maddalena numerous times.As their friendship progressed, Maddalena opened up to James. When he, one afternoon, merged Maddalena’s head with a sketch of a Venus statue, Maddalena shyly offered to pose in Roman style clothing. Propriety dictated the presence of a chaperone. Asked by Maddalena Melissa Martin agreed to supervise those.