Then he quickly added, "But I'm certainly not complaining," as he started to stroke her where ever he could reach. Within a couple of minutes Lisa was...straddling his reclining form and bouncing up and down on his hard cock while he fondled her breasts and rose to meet her every thrust. This time after their cries of climax broke the quiet countryside, they slipped back into their clothes.They continued on and explored some of the trails for several hours. Once more during the afternoon they. Not that it matters. Tongues danced, bodies adhered. Her fire enflamed his, and she felt his tumescence rising as he pressed against her.Someone else approached her from behind. This is the other: Arabold? Or Argonil? It still matters not. Whoever it was, he was everywhere; squeezing her ass, clutching at her sensitive breasts, chewing on her neck, pressing his rigid prod into her taut cheeks. She was already losing herself, letting go of any hope of control or direction, willing them by her. “Is anything wrong?” I asked.“No,” Beth replied, “I saw you a few minutes ago and wondered if you were alone. Can we get a look at the pictures?”The pictures. Since our photo session, I had been sneaking time to edit the photos. There were a lot of them, and given that they were of Beth, I had to do my editing when my wife was not around. “Sure,” I said. Then I put down my newspaper and let my hard-on show. Beth’s eyes went to my crotch and stayed there as I led her in. Then she said, “I hope I. As the talk turned to her visit Sally excitedly told her Aunt about the ‘hottest artist in 20 years’ to have hit southern California and he was ‘all hers for the taking’. As she used that phrase, a glance was exchanged that confirmed what each of them suspected. This artist was, based on Sally’s description, not only hers to take artistically, but also hers to take for pleasure. He returned with his work, wanting to set up for the show early. Sally stopped him as he began placing his canvas.