Sandy and Meg showed off some of their favorite positions, and tried them out on Lissa to see how she liked them. At first hesitant, with each lesson ...he grew more and more comfortable. After a while she was starting to really enjoy herself. It didn't really matter whether the hands and mouths roaming all over her body belonged to a man or a woman, after all; physically it was the all same at least. In fact, Meg and Sandy naturally knew what felt good to a girl, so even in their short time. Once S was ready,we went down to the bar to wait for J and I took a photo of her.J duly arrived and we had a pleasant chat with J sitting next to S and them getting to know each other. After a glass of wine, we headed up to our room so that S could receive her massage.J started slowly undressing her and using his hands expertly to remove the clothes and massage S. he had her out of her top and skirt in minutes as she stood in front of me –I was getting harder and harder as I watched J's hands. “The priest killed her.”“He didn’t. He fucked her. But he didn't harm her. Sister Mariana told me.”“So how did she die?”“Well, they don't know. But we do, don't we?”“Oh fuck, Vic, you’re not still going on about that, are you?”“Dammit, Giles,” shouted Vicky as she stood up, her exasperation bursting through the calm briefly afforded her by her last hit of nicotine, “don’t you have any heart at all? This is your wife we’re talking about. Your fucking wife, and she’s dead!” Vicky scrabbled. One weekend my father went to run some errands and I was left alone with his new wife who for all intent and purposes I considered her to be an evil witch, if I’m being honest. But she was fucking hot. That’s right, my dad married a hot evil witch and she needed to be destroyed. She is probably 5'4, 125lbs with “D Cups.” Her one saving grace, I really appreciated her huge tits especially when she wore one of her many form fitting shirts. She’s a brunette, has light brown eyes and almost no ass..