It was exceptionally wide. Some three hundred yards down the path was a wide clearing with a spring fed fountain. ?One of my aunt’s best sculptures...? he said, indicating the huge swan and the water gushing from its mouth.?I’ve never been up here before,? I said. ?It’s so pretty.??Yea, how are your feet???I could use a break,? I said.He took me to the side of the fountain where a low wall was topped with flat rocks to form a circular bench. ?Rest your feet. We have a little farther to go. You. I began to caress my bobs very softly, feeling my nipples getting hard by the second. I then licked a finger and ran it slowly, from my ass to my swollen clit.All of a sudden I imagined that I was in the next bed and that stud was fucking me the way he was treating my sweet niece. I spread my thighs and slid two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. Very soon, my cunt was squelching and my other hand moved to my swollen clit. Now in my head, the mystery guy had me bent over and he was thrusting. “Mine's better now, too. You look amazing.”“I like your hair cut.” Melissa reached up and gently brushed a stray piece of hair off his cheek. Shawn's eyes darkened with desire at her touch.“Come here,” he growled, tugging her forward and capturing her lips with his own. Melissa sank into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as his tongue traced her lips, then thrust into her mouth. One hand holding her hips, he slid his other hand up her thigh, stroking her inner thigh as she spread her legs in a. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of old jeans. His complexion was slim and sinewy at the same time, and Alice was feeling scared by the sense of cold determination emanating from the tension of his muscles. Although he was holding her with more energy than necessary, his face was characterized by an absolute calmness – a state of serenity, she would have said. He was acting naturally, as if there was nothing strange or uncommon in what he was doing that afternoon. His face betrayed no.