I could have sworn her eyes changed color from blue to green, to yellow and back to blue again. I know I should be scared and must quickly move away f...om her, but I just can’t. Her beauty is mesmerizing, seeing a beauty like hers is like having a glimpse of paradise. I moved upward and rested my chin on her chest, she started breathing normally again, but I can still see the sweat dripping from her forehead. I kissed her left bossom and gently massaged the other one. She threw her head backward. THE STORY IS FICTIONken looked at his granddaughter Amy and told her to go and get Simon for his tea, Amy begrudgingly went upstairs she put the landing light on but the bulb had still not been changed and the landing remained in darkness, Amy approached Simon’s room and stopped when she saw the door was ajar and Simon was standing naked his back to the door, Amy smiled as she admired Simon’s naked bum, to her joy Simon turned giving her a good view of his 6 inch fat hairy dick,, Amy moved. “We better go,” I whispered urgently, someone might come. Michelle looked a little disappointed, but reluctantly agreed. I sat up and pulled up my pants, and watched as Michelle put herself back together. I was fascinated as she pulled up the stretchy top over her breasts, and how much it compressed them when she let it go. We walked back to the kitchen and retrieved her blouse; she slipped out the back door. Just as we opened it, the director was reaching for the door. “OH!” screamed. Viel Spaß."The black valet greeted Bond as she took the keys.Although her demeanour was pleasant, Bond could see in her dark ivory eyes that she wasn't feeling fulfilled in her line of work. Who could blame her, working for such a fascist boss."Danke, I shall."Bond replied before walking up the red carpet, and into the grand looking tall building.As she walked into the front room, there was red everywhere. From the red carpets underfoot to the red wallpapered walls. There was red loveseats in.