?" That's the best I can muster.She chuckles at my awkwardness. "I am from Greenville," she responds.I'm puzzled as Greenville is maybe a 7 hour drive...from here, and far more refined than this rinky dink town. This awkward exchange continues on and on with her providing long and rather banal explanations to my half word inquiries. She rambles on, glowing with youthful enthusiasm with each response. I almost forget where we are as well as the fact I am still half nude, now limp and dangling. Ursula took the card and read it carefully, HANDY MAN it read, TIDY WORKER, and the name TIM WILKS and the telephone number. She thanked the old chap and he wandered away happy that his labours for the old girl could soon be over. She rang the number and could almost feel the Younger man blushing as she asked if he would be interested and could he come for an interview. Date and time were soon agreed and Ursula felt happy with the little she had learnt of the man. The Very next afternoon Tim. " After Anna paints my pussy, I beg Tom to paint it the same way and then I pummel my own womanhood, hoping and fearing that it will really be murdered. Each of us paint my pussy a total of 690 times inside and 690 times outside and then Anna has her pussy painted the same way.Two weeks before Anna's birthday, she pulls her dad aside and asks him if he will help her do something, after sending me out to buy supplies for the upcoming feast. He agrees and when I return an hour later, Anna. She had seen this look from men before and was going to cover up but a dark voice from the back of her mind said, "Don't hide your breasts. Its not hurting anyone and it will make him happy. Let him have a little look."After thinking about it, Jill felt sorry for her son because he had been reduced to scoping out his mom. It was understandable since he was always alone and his only exposure to women was his mom. Not wanting to make him feel awkward, Jill didn't cover herself and let him.