” “Yeah, you know when I was a little girl I thought they were like little glass marbles. I was like, what’s the fuss!” “Awww Elizabeth.” ...��Who do you think they’ll be up against?” “Who?” “Sorry, the Italians.” “Ummm… probably the Qataris. They bought Cezanne’s Card Players.” “Oh what was that?” “That my sexy friend, is the current record for a painting.” “Oh, I thought that was Jackson Pollock.” “Lots of people think that. I think it depends who the media think is important. The Card Players. The pipe running to the house split into two runs, one went to supply cold water to the house, the other went to a two hundred gallon flat black tank that sat on the roof. The sun heated the water in the roof top tank for household use. The two underground tanks provided the irrigation water for the garden and the greenhouses. In addition to the well system, Hassan had installed all the usual desert water collection systems. There was a cistern well on each side of the house to catch run off. Jenny moaned with satisfaction, lifting her hips up and pushing her pussy against my finger and mouth. “Mmmm yes,” she moaned, “like that, eat my pussy like that Dave.” I fastened my mouth over her clit while I began to move my finger in and out of her pussy, drilling it slowly in and out of her pussy. Jenny was clearly loving every bit of attention I was giving her pussy, moaning and groaning with pleasure as I sucked her clit. I pulled my finger from her pussy, lifted my mouth from her clit,. Carly had her back to him. Damn, not only did she have nice boobs, she also had a nice ass, too. Carly passed the bar of soap over her shoulder and dropped it before John could get it. She felt it slide down her back and hit the shower floor. ‘Sorry, soapy hands, I guess,’ she said as she smiled to herself. The soap had landed in between Carly’s feet. He was a little hesitant, but eventually leaned down slowly to pick the bar of soap up. John turned his head up and had a great view of her.