As a horny wanking mad teenager she was one of my main targets alongside Kelly Brook, Louise etc, regularly fantasizing about how I would love to lick...her Pandora's box, sniff her arsehole and suck on her luscious milk heavy jugs. To this day I still do! Kate however has been my number one target to this day and I have had a deeper passion for her where I have fantasized about dumping my Mauritian baby batter deep inside her, mixing up with her posh sweet juices. Back to the meet, As mentioned. It was almost more than I could stand! I looked down and saw that she had shoved her hand back into her cunt, playing with her clit and finger fucking herself as she gave me pleasure. Finally, I reached under her shoulders and drew her up, then spun her around and pushed her down over the trunk. She stretched out and arched her ass in the air. Her skirt had fallen to cover her glorious ass, so I dropped to my knees behind her and slid the material up over her extended buttocks. I couldn’t. I decided to see how I thought about her when she was in the living room that day. I wanted to be in her presence, I had to think rationally. This was serious business but it did arouse me unlike anything I had ever felt before. As usual on Wednesday Sara arrived down, let herself in, fixed herself a juice and stood at the table in the living room, going through some of the books I had left lying around. The air conditioner was whirring, taking the sting of summer out of the room. My earlier. " I quote from the greatbard."Well Beatrice and I were definitely 'star crossed lovers' and wecertainly 'crashed and burned' but we avoided the whole double suicideaspect of a certain play." Mother I think I should admit, I've had an illicit relationship withBeatrice Beauregard for years now," says Abigail with a smile."I too should confess, that I as well have had a torrid affair withMistress Beauregard, our family rival" I add."Anyone else?"I pick up Princess Antiope. "Bow wow, mommy. I can.