She has long blonde hair, more of a sandy blonde, about half way down her back. She lets it flow loosely about her face and it looks just so soft and ...ilky. Now her facial features are drop dead gorgeous. Her lips to die for. Then as one scans down her body you can't miss her breasts. I figured a 42DD bust and firm. She always wears some sort of blouse or shirt to accent her large breasts and many times I found myself staring at them to see if I could see her tiny nipples showing through. Her. The first time always does hurt the most." Her smile looked like a painting She gestured to the seat across from her. He was still only wearing the towel, an he soaked the chair when he sat. She was dressed in a stunning blue evening dress, but if she noticed the difference in their attire, she didn't say anything.A minute passed in silence."How do you feel?" she asked."Fine," was all he could think to say."What do you feel?" I don't know what you mean." You just murdered a woman. You must be. .."She smiled encouragement."To what, darling?" she asked. She had pulled his cock up so that the tip brushed against her moist, swollen sex. She was rubbing it wantonly back and forth against herself, her face flushed with pleasure, her skin quivering with need."To fuck me," he whispered.His reward was immediate. His cock was enveloped in a velvet glove, trapped in a prison of hot, undulating muscle."Again," Caroline repeated a few minutes later."Fuck me, darling," Edward said.His words were. “For you, maybe,” she grinned.“True, I don’t have your sexy wings. At least you’re not wearing a skirt,” Gazza commented as he packed away the last of the items he wanted to take with them.Bette frowned, “Why?”“It will be damn hard walking with a stiffy if I was looking up your skirt all the time,” he shot back. Bette chuckled and then cracked up laughing when he added, “It’s going to be bad enough just watching your cute arse wiggling in the air.”Gazza was pleased that Bette seemed to have.