" I continued playing with her butthole the entire time.With my "speech" complete I had her kick her legs up and I split her asscheeks to give me a go...d view of my target. I always enjoy looking at a woman's butthole before I engage my tongue. Shelly had a few hairs growing around her asshole, but they were the soft teenage hairs, not the firmer hair of older women.I started licking the sides of her ass cheeks within an inch or so of her asshole. Then I placed my tongue on the center of her. Looking over at James, I know she would still give him the same look. By each painting was a small placard, giving the name of the painter, when the painting was done, and a brief history of the controversy that had surrounded a lot of these pieces of art. ‘So these are copies?’ asked James after about five minutes of being lead around by Marcie. ‘Some of them are,’ answered Cathy from her spot still under my arm. ‘The originals are scattered all over the world in famous museum collections.. You see, I didn’t do what she asked. Instead I opened the letter and read it. It put my mom in a whole new light for me. I now see her quite differently. I still love her, but I see a different person now. I’ll go to the car and get it for you.’ As he walked over to a car at the curb I had a minute to gather my lost wits. All I could do is wonder what the letter would reveal. I’m worried. How is my life going to change after reading it? If he’s already read it what is he going to do? He sat. Where’s Jenny, by the way?’ ‘She’s over at Brent farm. I’ve rung and told her. She should be here soon.’ Jenny let out a peal of laughter as Spike lunged at her, only to grab fresh air, as she dodged out of his way. She stopped, hands on hips, legs apart and a grin on her face. She was the adopted daughter of the Walkers, and Peters adopted sister. Spike was a farmhand. A tall man, with blond hair, and lopsided good looks. His powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace as he stepped back.