Spreading their legs apart they began to finger their pussies.I watched as they slid their fingers in and out of their mature pussies.Both pussies soo... began to squelch and i moved over to my friends gran and laying between her legs began to suck on her clit.With my right hand i slipped my fingers into the other grans pussy which was already soaking wet.I soon had two women moaning in delight."Oh my god"."Oh,oh"."bloody hell thats good".Both women were soon having their first orgasm and i found. The detail of the lines, the use of nothing but charcoal, yet telling a story in vivid colour was awe-inspiring. Janie was no art critic but they felt like truly great works of art. She went downstairs to her husband, sketches in hand and asked him where they came from. Steve looked first at the sketches, then at Janie and his face fell. ‘Darling, there’s something I need to tell you.’ ‘What is it dear?’ ‘Twenty years ago I made a promise to you that I would never again turn a woman into a. But If Evan wanted something bad enough he worked hard on it and got it. Like many things of Evan, I admired that also. He knew how to be care free but also knew when to be serious and hard working. ‘It will be good to see him home, I know Mark has really missed him.’ I did to in all honesty but I wasn’t going to say it to him. Even though I’m sure he probably already knew by how I always use to follow the boys around trying to hang out with them. Especially where ever Evan was. ‘Yea it will be. He left me with a profound intuitiveness, brought on by surrender. Paint me a picture of her in the dress. Let me see what you see. Can you do that? The man who talks of his wife stimulates my mind. He voices his accounts of his sacrifices for her pleasure. Her illness and trappings of her mind which she really begs to be rescued from. Her thoughts are perhaps a new dress, perhaps a turtle dress, will cure her of her desires. ‘This is turtle love,’ I whisper in your ear. Water envelopes us in.