Collette answered the door wrapped in a towel, drowned as a rat. She laughed as he held up the latchkey, soaked through with a deadpan expression, an... a fat raindrop hanging off his nose. Irene found it funny too. Colette handed back the towel, profuse with thanks and gave her a hug. Taking his hand, they raced across the cobbles together.Standing at the door, she fumbled with the key.“So, is this your idea of encouraging me then?” asked Joe.“Huh?” and the key slipped into the lock.“The wet. No one would mind if her tits were slightly spilling out. She opened the door with a flourish and there, at six feet tall, stood David. He was slightly panting and his body was sweaty from the day’s labor, giving him a sexy, earthly look. Lea’s breath quickened as she locked her eyes with his blue, glistening ones. He gave a small smile. “Miss Lea, I have been told that I will be escorting you to the dinner tonight” He said, in a deep, husky breath. Lea could barely formulate a sentence, she. As I regained my composure, Greg asked if I wanted to rest for a bit. I said that I still wanted to be fucked so he could fuck me for a while but I don't think my legs will hold me up at the minute. With that, Greg rolled me off his chest, letting his cock slip from me and let me lay along side him, still reeling from my orgasm.While laying there, Greg, lifted himself up, moving between my legs, pulling them wide so as to get good access to my now gaping hole. Looking down as he positioned. I flip through some pictures, culled from magazines, catalogues and other sources looking through a variety of fantasy creatures. There are pixies and other fairies in this section, but nothing really strikes me as right for this picture. I think back to my original idea of painting a butterfly, and I realize that those are the kind of wings I want to pain. I have nothing in my file box, but I have a few books that showcase many beautiful butterfly species so I look through those and find just.