The black sheers hugged her still shapely legs and ended at the top of her thighs. They had been her one splurge for this fantasy date. Them and a bo...tle of depilatory. Somehow shaving just had not seemed good enough. She wanted her legs silky smooth even if they were covered in stockings. What had surprised her was when she found herself slathering the pink thick paste over her pussy. It had been so long since she had bothered with such things. What was the point? Why keep it nice and smooth. Turned out His Lordship was fond of the French Show that Penelope and Miss Melanie put on for him every night.“Why did he slap Miss Melanie?”Rebecca gathered her thoughts, wanting to get it, whatever it was, right. “Lord Sidcup was bragging about all the big game he killed. A Black Bear, buffalo, antelope.”Rosie said, “He saved the heads, some old guy mounted them back in his camp. Did the entire bear, supposed to be taller than you, Flint.”Rebecca, “Then Penny thought she heard Miss Melanie. But what we found that day, would test more than just time, it would test the resolve of what life threw my way.Listening to your angelic voice as you spoke those first words, felt like I was listening to one of those sad songs, offering relfections about love and romance that I finally began to comprehend. I still feel that touch of your fingers, as they snuck across the table to connect with my own. The feel of your soft skin, when you allowed me to hold your face in the palm of my. She knew she had him when his tongue probed her mouth. She has always said that us men are so easy, show us some attention and flesh and we melt! She grabbed him by the hand and said follow me. She lead him out to the Tahoe where I had already dropped the back seats and spread out some blankets. She opened the door and climbed in. By the time he stepped in she had already kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants off. He had trouble taking his eyes off of her natural blonde trimmed bush. But.