.. her well-trained body, her beautiful breasts ... her swollen vagina ... her deep eyes ... then I knelt down and started to treat her pussy .... I k...ew very well what she liked, and I gave it to her until she climaxed, breathing very hard ....Then I got up again and undressed. Of course my cock was fully erect ... her legs went apart ... and in what seemed like a pretty impossible position (she was half lying on my very low-lying couch, I had to bend my knees pretty much) I shoved my. Sophie knew she wanted to let go but something was stopping her. Something was telling her to just think about it for a few seconds first. Maybe this girl needed to be listened to, maybe this was a cry for help and a rejection at this stage would destroy her. Sophie's trail of thought was broken by a water droplet splashing onto her hand and her heart just melted. Her mind was filled with the image of this girls kneeling beside her, praying that she stay. Like a husband at side of his sick wife. .. and for not having a big black cock... as she could never remember being so wet. She also noticed that her pink nipples were bigger than she could ever remember. After hopping in the shower, she felt herself calming down. The cold water was doing its job. She began cleaning herself, paying particular attention to her still-throbbing vagina. It felt good to touch herself down there... not as good as black skin would... but she would wait for Bob. She began shaving her pubic hair. She wanted. My favourites were a sixteen year old Mortlach and a thirty year old Glenfarcles, both of which were Speyside whiskies. I plumped for a bottle of the Mortlach, mainly because it was a third of the price of the other. Jack and Peter both preferred the peaty taste of the Islays and each bought a bottle of Bunnahabhain. Tim decided against any purchase but once again Ginny surprised me by going for a cask strength Aberlour A’bunadh, another by a Speyside distillery.Our Manor Bar bought two Islays,.