Greg and I ran into him on Friday, at Madrid, and he was a nice and polite as possible.’ Ana was hopeful that Miles hadn’t mentioned the encounter...of Saturday night. ‘Really, he didn’t mention that. Hey, kiddo, time to talk on the way. You’d better get ready.’ Ana nodded. It seemed that Miles wanted to keep things between them secret. She wondered what his motives were – was he aware of Uncle Chester’s concerns, or, were things, as she feared, over before they started. She went back into her. He was gorgeous,and admitted to doing some modeling for the Sears catalog. He wore aSpeedo that was either padded, or showed that he was very well equippedin an area I had no interest in. He had an athlete's body too, notsurprising because all three were on the varsity football team atSouthern, one of the other universities in the area.Jon was a receiver, and he seemed to have picked up Amy. She wasn'tcomplaining. He was as tall as Fred at about 6'3", and was just about asmuscular. And while he. “Would you like to go again and record it?” I asked. “But for your eyes only!” .Francis set the camera in motion and suddenly I appeared on the big TV screen. He came back to the bed with a bottle of lube oil. Pouring some of the oil over my tits and pussy he began to rub the smooth liquid into my skin. Turning me over he rubbed some on my back and butt then began to pay special attention to my asshole. I raised myself up on my knees parting my legs exposing my ass and pussy to the camera.. Oh...mmmmm. Oh my god! Holy fuck! She said nothing, but he had heard her many times before. He knew what she might say, but he moved lower and slid a finger down to her lowest opening, to her ass, and into her from behind, he slipped a finger inside of her from behind as his tongue continued to lick her wetness and to taste her arousal. He inserted it gently. Slowly. Her wetness made it too easy. It simply went in. He entered her from behind with his finger, and she froze, and her breathing.