And if she lived in a world where relationships were less complicated and restricted to just the one partner (although Guinevere couldn't imagine that...such a world could ever exist) she'd have been quite content just to have Eleanor by her side.The two of them eventually left the café and wandered together, hand-in-hand, along the beach, the sun's rays spread across the sea and reddening sky while seagulls swooped overhead. Every now and then, Eleanor would bend over to kiss Guinevere. He was wearing a white undershirt (tank top) and dark trousers. She thought that he looked as if he had stepped right out of the 50's and landed in front of her. She could feel herself getting damp just thinking about him holding her. As they walked through a nearby park to watch the sun set, she pushed him up against a tree and kissed him fiercely. He quickly spun her around so her back was against the tree and kissed her forcibly back. She let out a soft moan and ran her fingers through. “She’s the one who helped make it happen.” I said making her shake a little.“What?!” She gasped with her eyes wide open.“I’m serious, she’s the one who took those pictures.” I said making her start breathing really hard.“How did she help, I mean, how did it happen?” She asked.“Well, we were in Jamaica for one of my shoots and I told her that I liked him a lot. I told her that I was having all kinds of naughty dreams about him and that I spied on him when he was naked. I even told her that I. She reached to my head and pushed me down to her pussy. I slowly ran my tongue up slowly. She let out a hiss again.And then slowly ran it down making sure I don’t just stay on the surface this time. Then I pushed her clit up with my tongue and then sucked it. “Ahhh,” she cried, “Faster, faster.” I started licking her pussy like a maniac and was slurping the orifice. I then kissed and sucked her clitoris.As she oozed bodily fluids, I was getting harder and harder. She pushed my head and she.