’ Now the pictures got more and more rural. It seemed exactly like any other small Mediterranean country, except for the complete and utter absence ...f men. Sweeping plains of corn, orchards of blossoming trees, majestic mountains and beautiful isolated small towns. I looked through and got more and more fascinated, it was a fabulous place. I must have looked through them in silence for a good half-hour or so. Surely she couldn’t have made all those photographs up. That many pictures couldn’t. Don't be shy, Big Boy, just rub it on all over, specially my tits and pussy, I don't want to get them burnt. Jonathan can’t believe his luck and starts applying the lotion on her legs, too nervous to touch her pussy which is gaping at him and oozing pussy juices now. Get in there with your hands, boy- she says. He's not waiting for a second invite. He slides a finger into her swollen pussy, Zelda groans with approval- he applies a stream of lotion on her pussy lips and starts to rub it in. She already knew the answer. We left the restaurant and she was surprised to see me pull into my own driveway. I explained that my wife wouldn't be home till around 7pm so we had plenty of time. I figured since we'd made love in her and her husbands bed, it was only right I brought her here. The entire drive I'd had my hand under her skirt, slowly rubbing and teasing the crotch of her panties. By the time we'd arrived they were already soaking. We entered through the back door so the neighbors. I obviously didnt know anymore what was and was not possible. I dont know, I finally answered. I had a baby, she told me, her voice filled with a quiet sadness. He was stillborn. I didnt say anything. I knew of the child shed borne her uncle. I had seen how hed taken the baby he had himself delivered and left Evangeline alone in her room. I knew that he had sat for several hours holding his son. I had felt the pride hed felt as he looked down at the infant sleeping in his arms. And I had seen.