They always did. But I continued to sing the soft,sweet song that the girls had written. Once I had finished singing thefirst verse the rest of the st...ge was illuminated with a soft glow. Thedancers could be seen now, flowing around the stage in gracefulmovements.This song, 'Dreams', talked about living your dreams and hadspecifically been inspired by how Sophie and Holly felt when they wereup on stage with me. A soft, purple-white light illuminated the girls asI did the best job I could in. I said nothing much. The weather was looking good, so I thought I would probably head out to the lake. He said that his wife was out of town – their daughter was having a baby shower, so she was away.” Lucy paused wondering how to continue. Richard's cock continued its slow slide through her pussy lips, the tip gently nudging her clit, and his hands now splayed out on her hips holding her tight into his lap. Taking a deep breath, she continued, “Anyway, somehow that Saturday afternoon,. David had been captivated by her slender figure and her exotic looks. He would spend ages caressing her firm, pert breasts, marvelling at the way he could capture her b-cup sized globe in one hand and feel the point of her nipple pressing against his palm. Her swollen belly and the burgeoning of her breasts would have revolted him. He preferred women with flat bellies and boyish bosoms. In her more realistic moments, Maria reasoned that she was better. Sir Cloudsley Shovell was one of my Dad’s heroes. He’d managed to sink an entire squadron of ships in 1707 off the Isles of Scilly and, as a result of his misfortune, the race to develop a timepiece that would assist navigators assumed huge importance. OK, so it’s a bit nerdy but the story has always captured my imagination. That, and the little known fact Dad revealed to me that there were literally hundreds of women at the Battle of Trafalgar (1805 for those interested) made me realise that.