My wife had big cherries painted over her breasts, Paula had tiny kitten faces painted on her breasts, and Helen had green Alien hands panted over her...nipples. Then we walked the streets. They were in their bikini bottoms and I was in my shorts with three bikini tops stuffed in my pocket. I took pictures of them getting painted and with an assortment of men that admired them. I took pictures of at least a hundred other women with painted breasts…and the festivities hadn’t even officially gotten. Aunt Emily had elected to stay in Portsmouth. She had always been uncomfortable in the bustle of the capital, and the memorial church service for her husband had not improved her views. Andrew had been promoted to Rear Admiral posthumously, and a plate with his name and a brief description of his accomplishments had been dedicated and mounted in Westminster Abbey, in spite of her wish to have the service in Portsmouth.Friends and fellow officers had shown in large numbers and, despite the. She isn’t wearing panties, and her trimmed pubic hair glistens with lube and cum. Not mine, this time.I take my time, savoring the sight of her, her legs parted and her used cunt ready for my cock. Her labia and clit are swollen and a deeper red than usual, and her opening is still parted from the two cocks that have thoroughly plowed her open this night. Mine and another’s. She clenches her muscles and a small, grey drop of cum slowly oozes out of her pussy and trickles down over her anus. I. . رد عليا وقالى بيوجعك فين وطبعا انا كنت قريت افكاره فرديت عليه فى كسى.. زبرك تخين وكسى مش عارف يتنفس.. قالى عاجبك قلتله اه اوى اوى... قالى مش بتقولى تخين على كسك قلتله انا اصلى ماتناكتش بقالى اكتر من 3 شهور وبينما انا لقيته بيسرع فى حركته وحسيت انه هيجيب فقلتله متجبش فى كس عشان مش عامله حسابى قالى اجيبهم فين قلتله ارفع الجيبه من ورا وهاتهم على طيزى وكسى ويادوب كملت كلمتى وهو رفعلى الجيبه وحسيت بطلقات نار بتخبط فى طيزى وفى كسى ... اااااااااااااااااااااااااى يخربتك خررمت كسى وطيزى. ااااه ايه.