I was really turned on watching these men use Beth and knew if they took her somewhere private, that they would soon be fucking her. But I just couldn...t help myself; it was far to exciting to stop now. Just then I heard Beth's voice. 'Hey! What's going on?' The guy at her head had his arms under hers and his big black hands clamped firmly on her tits. She looked down and seeing this, said. 'My word, what big hands you've got.' The first guard said 'It's OK Miss, were just taking you for some. Why, it's laughable!"And he gave a laugh; but it was a forced laugh and did not ring true."For, after all," he added, "you can't deny that that is where we stand." I don't deny it." Well?" Well, M. Fauville, as you say, took part in his own murder."This was said in the quietest possible fashion, but with an air of such certainty that no one dreamed of protesting. After the work of deduction and supposition which Don Luis had compelled his hearers to undertake, they found themselves in a corner. When she turned thirteen she started coming into our bedroom more often to watch me work for a few minutes before going about her day.She seemed to have been interested in pussies because if I was painting her mother from the tits up or her nice firm ass Cheyenne was less interested. However, if I was painting her mother with her pussy lips spread open or her pussy from behind with her ass up in the air doggy style then Cheyenne was very interested.The painting I was doing was of my wife’s open. I get off to try to stretch my legs and take off my helmet. Before I can walk away, he grabs my hand and pulls me close and look me in the eyes. "I had to stop. Your breasts against my back are making me insane." I smile a naughty little grin and swing my leg over the front of him so I am facing him. He grabs the back of my hair, forcibly but not painfully and tilts my head so he can plant a long, hard, deep kiss on my mouth. A moan escapes the most inner part of me in pleasure. We begin to.