She was a very comely woman and generously proportioned, but best of all, she was unusually fair of complexion, a true honey blonde. He wetted his lip... when he saw the misty look in her eyes. It was either a look of lust, or the good woman was drunk."You look flushed, Anne," he said."Yes, I feel rather warm, almost faint." I think you could use a bit of fresh air," he said, taking her hand again.She followed meekly as he led her through the door, up the stairs, and outside into the crisp. The next morning Sabrina woke up to the smell of frying bacon. Jumping up, she slipped on her shorts and top and ran downstairs. “Good morning daddy. Good morning Uncle Evan. That smells delicious dad.” “ Well good morning princess. Thought I’d get your uncle a decent breakfast before he heads out. But good news though honey. Your uncle says he’s gonna stop by again Wednesday on his way back home.” “Oh wow daddy. That’s great.” With a huge grin Sabrina looked at her uncle. “So Uncle. He was too far away to properly read the paperback cover but, squinting, it looked like Penny Vincenzi emblazoned in raised gold. A best-selling author.Carl looked again at the water bottle and ran his tongue over dry lips. 'Stupid,' he thought, 'I should have brought a drink. After all the booze I sank last night I must be dehydrated'. He ran fingers through his mass of greying hair. 'Should know better, be wiser at my age. Blame it on the drink!' He scratched his head, sighed and, after a few. Gently I reached up, hooked my own fingertips under the panties and tugged until they slid down along her thighs. She brought her legs together long enough for me to slip the panties over her ankles and past her feet. Her newly exposed pussy invited closer inspection, and I scuttled nearer, resting my cheek on the inside of her knee. Sarah's outer lips were pale pink, distended and shiny from her secretions. Between them peeked a pair red, fleshy inner lips. Above, the milky white skin of her.