When he gets a bite he goes around and photos the house and then he paints it in miniature, so they can be used for postcards.”“So he’s an artis...?”“Yeah Boss, an’ he’s good, not that I know much about art. I’ve written down his website on this card for you. Charges £50 for watercolours, £150 for oil on canvas and pro rata depending on size. He works in a summer house in his garden, there’s a photo of it on his website. I think he keeps the postman job going because he likes the exercise, the. I guessed that he was also producing moisture and I imagined the slick and sticky path he had made and how good it felt for him rubbing against her like that.I turned my hand sideways and put some upper pressure on Ana's inner thighs. She lifted her leg giving more access for me. Then I entered her with three fingers. Anita was wet; very wet. I could smell that sexy aroma of a spunk filled pussy, a well fucked pussy… I withdrew my fingers and rubbed the wetness on them all around her opening. "No, honey, that's me with Daddy and Grand Dad," Mommy corrected. "They'd just brought me home from the auction." Wow, Mommy, you were really young." I was, Becky, a year younger than you." Wow."On screen, the girl pleaded as the older man tied her hands to a post and the younger one positioned himself behind her. "Please, no! I'm going to be a nun" she gasped as her begging turned to screams and her narrow rear passage welcomed its first visitor."And you still hurt just as much today," Mommy. While we were discussing which side of the bed we wanted Aunty Joan came in and threw a pack of condoms on the bed and as she left the room she told me. "Make sure you use these as we do not want any accidents, do we?"Gemma looked at me and asked me if I was a virgin. I replied, "No I'm not." I then asked her whether she was a virgin."No", was her answer. She told me that she had been fucking her father for six months. Gemma then asked me who I had fucked.Sheepishly I looked at her and replied,.