"Maybe, when my headstops swirling. What about you?" You mean my preference?" Well, actually I meant about you personally, but I guess that too. Sob...ys or girls?"It was her turn to blush. I watched as the pink trail down her neckand into her cleavage, and wondered how much of those firm ripe melonswere real.She finished the last bite of her salad and laid her fork down, thenwith her hands clasped and elbows on the bake she leaned in, giving mean even better look at her cleavage inside the V. Right there on the bed I grabbed it and looked through her pictures and I found multiple pictures of her naked and playing with herself.After looking at them and studying every inch of her naked body I could feel my cock getting rock hard, not caring about time I just sat there going from one to the other looking at how many fingers she had inside herself and how wet she was! During this time I didnt notice her finishing up in the shower unlocking the door and walking down the hall way! She. We followed a track that led deep into the forest but even here we passed the occasional rambler so we went deeper into the woods until we found a small clearing that had plenty of cover that made it difficult to see from the track. I was about to suggest going further into trees when Mrs O turned to face me and unbuttoned her coat letting it fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor. She leaned back against a tree and lifted her dress, before reaching down and putting her hand inside her. The girls had been with me for about three weeks, I hadn’t thought it’d work, I’d lived alone, just me and Mutt, for a long time, I’d been wrong.Oh, it was different; I had some things I had to get used to, like the bathroom.There used to be a razor, Gillette Foamy, Speed Stick and a bottle of Old Spice on my vanity, now it was covered, now I had Lady this and Lady that, creams, lotions I don’t know what all and, of course under the sink that big old box of Tampax and it smelled odd, I don’t.