I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and reme...ber the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head off because she couldn’t work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts. This could become very interesting to a bunch of people pretty quickly,” she added.“Then, let’s keep it close to the vest until we think it through,” I cautioned. “We’ve only got two of the machines right now.”“I will,” she replied. “Give the kids a kiss for me,” she said as we ended the call.“What are you working on, sport?” I asked as I walked downstairs and found Jer laying out several drawings.He gave me a glance and shrugged. “A portfolio project,” he said.I moved closer and looked over. But he was nowhere to be found. In fact, I didn't see anybody I recognized. So I decided to follow the two gals up the stairs and perhaps introduce myself. I figured at least I could get a phone number and catch them at a better time.However, I lost track of them in the vastness of the upstairs area. So many doors! They had to have gone into one of the rooms... but which one? There were no sounds coming from any of the rooms. Well, I figured, I guess I'll look in a few and see if I can find. I watched as he slowly pulled his great length out of her. The combination of her pussy juices and his cum flowed slowly from her gaping cunt. Ummm, let me lick that off she said as she grabbed his sloppy wet cock. I watched as she eagerly licked him like it was ice cream, and I couldnt stop myself anymore I wanted a taste of those sex juices. I moved toward them and dropped my head to try to help her in her task. NO! she said. This is not for you! This is mine! But honey I just wanted to taste.