Then walked over to the fireplace noticing Justin was doing a fine job getting it started. Vanessa sat upon the rug then poured the cognac into the gl...sses. Vanessa watched and waited for him to take his glass and find his seat next to her by the edge of the fireplace. They both began to sip their drinks with the glow of the fire in their glasses. No word was spoken neither saying a word just taking in the moments as they stared into each other’s eye. Their lips met again slowly tasting each. I looked up and saw a guy watching him. He opened the glove box so the light could illuminate what we were doing. I stroked his penis as he played with my titties. Soon we heard the van door open and a guy got out and he made like he was taking a leak while watching us. He finished and didn't get back in his truck just leaned back and lit a cig as he watched as if we didn't notice him.My guy said loudly look we have a voyeur and told me to take off my blouse and bra. I was there with my jeans. Her skin is fantastically clear and smooth. “And that you’re a headmaster but you’ve had like hundreds of schoolgirls.”“It’s not hundreds,” I smiled at the cocky girl. She was so slim, with hardly any tits, not much of a waist, or ass, or shape at all really, but close up she was beautiful. It was written all over her face that she’d always been beautiful, grown up being beautiful, and everybody had always smiled at her. She grinned at me and Faye.“How many is it then?” Tiny, beautiful, and. Her hair was a color unrecognizable and indiscernible, her scent best described as natural, slightly flowery, dripping of pheromones, her lips seemed soft, too soft to be human, although I find myself unable to recall how soft a human’s lips are supposed to be. As I continued to thrust into her, all animalistic passion and lust, an alarming thought occurred to me: I have no idea what I look like. At all. Luckily for me, another thought occurred and calmed my bubbling panic, that there seemed no.