“I’ll give you credit for some observation at least. What else did you see?” “I saw the garden behind you, you were wearing a big hat and sand...ls.” “In the circumstances, noticing my sandals is quite something. What did you hear and what did you smell?” “I don’t remember anything particular. I was a bit pre-occupied with the seeing bit.” “You were stood next to a huge Honeysuckle in full flower. A Blackbird scurried in the hedge making alarm sounds, and a Buzzard cried over Jack’s Hill. Come. Ann bit her lip, anxious, her breathing quickening and then she opened her eyes. As she looked up at her, Siobhan took this cue and her fingers gently pushed their way onto Ann’s pussy. She toyed with her for a while, her strokes small, easing Ann’s pussy lips open and she glistened as her wetness was coming. Ann reached up, her hands taking in her large breasts and pushing then together, her fingers tugging on her nipples as Siobhan’s fingers quickened. Siobhan turned to me, her face. If you love me, make my Mum feel special she whispered and guided my hands to Louises breasts, keeping her own hands on top of mine, gently squeezing as I performed an inconceivable caress. The tables had turned completely in an evening and now I was like the nervous debutante and Emily the worldly wise individual, my nerves gradually calming as I realised that Louise was not going to push my hands away. I could feel her nipples hardening under the blouse and bra as I continued my gentle. Her body is firm everywhere except her breasts and they are soft and wonderful, almost perky for her age and sooo supple. 36 C's. Even her pussy is perfect, her labia not large but like flower petals that make you want to taste them, suckle them. Every woman her age is jealous of her body and beauty. Her face is perfectly molded, small nose, lips that are full, voluptuous and entice a person's kiss as they fill you with desire. Her eyes shine with passionate promises that you know are real.