Typical model stuff. But Paul wanted to spice things up a little more. He asked me if I could lift my shirt up to expose my belly, and gently rest my ...ands on it. It seemed like an odd request to me, but I did it anyways. I lifted my shirt up a bit and struck the pose. We moved over to his sofa, where I sported more arousing poses: lying on my back with my hands over my hand, my hands in between my things, resting on my size in the classic “draw me like one of your French girls” poses. I even. A young woman appeared, upon him ringing a bell in the hallway. She was plain but smartly dressed and acknowledged Alice with a polite nod. Alice assumed it was she who had answered the intercom. “Take the ummm…doctor’s coat please, Sarah.” The girl waited while Alice slipped off the dark mackintosh. The judge looked at Alice admiringly, once she was divested of her coat. He was aware of her deeply attractive perfume, which had a touch of the exotic. She was dressed in a rich scarlet-maroon. Kevin said, "I don't mind helping. Laura came over and woke me to help her."Bennie said, "That was a great job by both of you. Now, we need to set a schedule of what we're going to do. I think we'll observe today. Tomorrow, we need to discuss a more detailed plan with a time line. Does that suit?" There were nods all around. "Janice, would you help Laura and Kevin clean up and then join us. I'll take the rest of us over to the high side of the valley to observe."I nodded and began to gather. She looked over to her dad and smiled, knowing that he would know what the smile was for.Then still holding the foreskin down, she proceeded to slowly run her soapy hand over the full length of Uncle Doug’s cock. She was surprised how long it took before he became agitated. She then knew he was about to cum and grasped his cock firmer. She then rubbed it, moving the foreskin rather than soap him and with a gasp, his hips jerked forward and he shot his seed out in a high arc. I was really.