Unas piernas fuertes y un poco peludas… No podía dejar de mirar ese espectáculo mientras mi rabo empezaba a ponerse duro.Jamás se me había atra�...do un tío, nunca me había interesado ningún hombre. Es cierto que desde hacía algún tiempo, cuando estaba muy cachondo y me quedaba solo en casa cogía ropa de mi madre y me la ponía para masturbarme, pero nunca me había puesto cachondo viendo a un tío desnudo, ni en los vestuarios de la piscina, ni en revistas porno, ni en ninguna otra circunstancia. He paused, afraid to go further, but he went further. His eyes molesting each inch as he uncovered me, bringing the covers down to the foot of the bed. I lied before him, nude. He looked at my smooth thighs, my tucked-in waist, my fleshy bust. Very gently he leaned in, his mouth next to my ear. He whispered to me. ‘I’ve always wondered, baby,’ he breathed. He ran his large hand along my shape, caressing the flare of my hips. He sat up. I wasn’t sure if he was just sitting up or if he was. It was a depiction of Mary done in pastel crayons where the Virgin was portrayed raising her white gown and shamelessly showing her underwear to the beholder. Marcella felt a terrible anger and her blood boiled with indignation as she saw that disrespectful image of Our Lady. What perverted mind would be bold enough to draw such a thing? A horrible type of anger and sadness took over her, but she could not look away from the picture either. The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked. Emma’s curiosity about Charlotte’s changed body was satisfied, while Josephine cuddled her spouse and tongued Emma’s vagina. Gradually and sensually, their bodies became hotter and sweatier: words not passing any lips but instead concentration focused on genitals, breasts and faces. Their bodies shook and shuddered sympathetically, only grunts and moans coming from any of them. Emma’s long tangled hair mixed in the strands of Charlotte’s own long hair, while beneath them Josephine busied.