When I got there I was sent to you, a very good looking mature woman who said your 1982 bottle of chateau neuf was corked. As I apprached you I notice... you had a figure hugging pencil skirt on and i took a sharp intake of breath as I noticed the suspender belt outlined and a panty vpl. I was aware that my dick was getting hard I sat down oppisite you hoping you hadnt noticed the bulge in my trousers. She leaned over giving me a glimpse of her ample bossom. "what you going to do about my wine". How do we get down?”There was a longish silence.“That’s where, uh, things get awkward.” Magnum sounded like he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Remember the gold bikini?”“I was kidding!” Opal exclaimed.A conversation much like this had to have occurred in the smallish village of mindless serfs.Scene: A pair of dirty farmers grubbing at the ground with stone hoes and wooden stakes. Farmer 1 turns to Farmer 2.Farmer 1: “Say, did you notice the huge fireballs yesterday?”Farmer 2: “Yes.”Farmer 1:. I wrapped my arm around her slim shoulders and played with her titties as we watched the action unfolding on the screen. Ashley moved her head lower onto my belly, only inched from my hardon. Her dad moved the camera to get a closer view and then walked back into the picture. My mom was now obviously licking her friend’s pussy and Mr. Robinson stood beside the bed and fed his rather large cock into his wife’s open mouth. As she sucked on it, I felt Ashley’s hot breath blow across my own. I wanted to see if I would get a response from her first. I wondered if a nude photo of myself would be worth adding. I decided to wait. I would take one and if I was asked for one I would send it over to the woman I was corresponding with. I reread the others that I saved. Guess in my mind I was doubtful about the one girl responding with a positive email. I decided to send an email to the redhead and see if she would reply. I didn’t want to send to the others but I wanted a response from one.