“Now,” I said, as we headed back up the beach towards my easel and paints, “I don’t think I want to paint you at the beach, I wouldn’t want ...otticelli to sue me for pinching his idea.”“So what do you have in mind?” asked Vanessa.“I think a wood-nymph-playing-in-the-forest-type deal might be the way to go,” I replied.“A wood nympho?” Vanessa giggled.“Nymph, nymph,” I emphasized. “Not nympho. I don’t wanting you humping the trees or anything. An innocent nymph frolicking playfully amid the. Anyhow I further inserted rest of my dick in her warm cunt and start making slow movements. She just closed her eyes and start moaning yessssssss Raj yes ohhhhh umhhh since her boobs were now much bigger than earlier so their circled movement with my thrusts were giving a unique look to her body. After 5-6 minutes she increased her upward movements and within few seconds her body ached and she hugged me tightly on her body and discharged herself. Now I can feel much more lubrications in her. I’m Edna Mayfield.’ the woman said, shaking the man’s hand. ‘Yes, it is a beautiful day. I’m Jordan Douglas. And this is Dorothy Fisher,’ the man said, moving aside, letting her come forward. He wondered if she recognized him… ‘Mrs Mayfield. It’s such an honor to finally meet you.’ The two women shook hands. ‘I’m Dorothy Fisher. I think I’ve read every book and article you’ve ever written,’ she gushed. And Dorothy Fisher was shocked by the woman she saw. Mayfield was almost certainly in her 60s. The captain of the Haytham-Afra had not managed to send out any alarm or distress signal but it wasn't every day a ship crashes into the London docks. While it was still dark, Ed got the rather bright idea of getting a crew over the side to give the ship another new painted name ... and quickly, before the tabloid press showed up. With a false name, and other misleading info, the real nature of tonights events had a decent chance of remaining quiet, at least until all of the respective spec-ops.