Thirdly from this romantic short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van de... Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!" (Influence of his father G. J. van der Ploeg, who spoke no other tonguesbut was good at quotes, like all of us after him, the power of the words spoken, in the 'Tale of Kanaän'."QUOD LICET JOVI, NON LICET BOVI"*, he said some Sundays of. I heard the shower come on in the bathroom, but she hadn’t closed the door, so I had to take a peek. There she was behind the translucent door, naked, washing her hair. I was mesmerized watching this beautiful girl throwing her head back, rinsing her hair out, then taking the bar of soap and washing down her body, over her breasts, down between her legs. I thought about joining her, but was enjoying simply watching too much. When she finished, she reached out for the towel, then stepped out of. He too had changed considerably; he had forgiven her for responding so lustfully to those mountain men--had shown that he really understood why she had done it--and there was a tenderness in his voice and a gentleness to his touch during lovemaking that hadn't been present before their misadventure. Divine providence? she didn't know and cared less, she giggled to herself as she pranced through the back door and shook out a living room rug in the brisk autumn wind. What counted was that they. As quickly as possible, I snuck around to the doorway, trying to not make a sound. Crouching low, at the very corner of the doorway I could see her across the room. Her face wasn't visible, but her body from feet to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half visible, its remaining length deep into her young pussy. I kept to the side of the door and let the camera record her movements and sounds. Her hips were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. .