Leaning back. Leaning forward with her breasts hanging. Etc. Each pose tickled her ego, and she allowed herself to giggle at it.I was loving it, my bo...y was reacting to her every pose. I wished for a camera, except I did not have the skill to do her justice. So memory would have to serve. She blushed heavily when I made that commentFinally I confessed a deep truth. “What I can’t decide is whether you would be more attractive at, say, seven months pregnant, with my child, or with your husband’s,. “You are saying it because, you have not seen me naked”. She said. “Fatty roles on any woman can quickly turn off any man”.Bob could never figure out, where all this bravery was coming from, “Let me see you naked and I shall decide for myself”.Emily was suddenly more crimson than a beet and felt her crotch go wet in a second. “You do not have to beat yourself without any good reason”. Bob was still chiming.“Well, a majority of male population does not think, the way you do”. She replied. “It is. My bra was a bit flimsy. He put his hand on my tits and pulled my bra up. The others gasped. He started to suck my nipples." She stopped talking waiting for my reaction. I was trying not to come!"Go on, carry on!" I mumbled. "I looked at the others while they watched me having my tits sucked. It was an incredible turn on. One of them stood up and finished unfastening my dress so it fell apart. He put his hand on my cunt." Jesus! What did she say? "I let him rub me. His hand was outside my. "Sandy, I could see her mulling something over in her mind, came out with, "You told the professor that a person named Maria was entirely qualified through blood to sign the papers. You also said that there was one other there that could have done it." She smiled, "That person was you wasn't it?" Yes, but truthfully I didn't know until a later date when I had my DNA checked. The results of the test showed that I indeed was a very distant cousin to Maria and of course a descendant of Father Juan.