It was possible to see the veins under her skin, pronounced in her breasts. She was only an average size, thirty four perhaps, waist in the twenties a...d hips in the middle thirties. At five feet six inches, she had absolutely no spare flesh, not quite skinny or anorexic, but not too far from it either. Her hip bones protruded forward a little, but not so much that it detracted from the overall picture. Her hands clasped together in font of her cunnii, hiding her femininity.“Put you hands behind. I’m certain Hellena will seduce Deidre for us. Blue eyed honey blonds are collectibles!“This is some of that good luck you were talking about, Mr. Cox?” Didi is intrigued.“Yes, Didi, but a big part of good luck is recognizing it as an opportunity, and seizing hold of it. Do you understand?” I wink at her.“I think I do, Mr Cox!” Didi threw her arms about my neck and kissed me passionately! “Am I guessing correctly, Mr Cox, I’ll be a, your, Daddy’s girl?”“Absolutely, Didi!” She’s brighter than. Her superbly nude body cast a long shadow in the late afternoon sun. The path led them to a huge flat-topped slab of granite, a tomb or an altar of some long-forgotten religion. In front of it waited Grigori, Andrei, Leon and Pierre wearing black trousers and - with the exception of Andrei who liked to be bare-chested - white shirts. Each had several knives and whips at his belt and each had a nude woman kneeling at his feet, knees apart, hands behind her back. Dmitri held out a hand and she. I had wondered if she ever had an inkling what her son was doing with her reading glasses but I did stop cleaning them as often as I had been and figured Mom had enough to think about and I did not want her to draw attention to her glasses.Half a year later I am still romancing Mom’s glasses and as I do my thing, oh the fantasies of what Mom could do for me with her various styles of glasses going through my head, yes she’d be touching me all over down there with her sexy serious glasses and I.