She had a cute face, short dirty blonde hair and her smile lit up the room. Chris, slightly taller, was very thin and had similar dirty blonde hair, a...d also a great smile. Her breasts, much smaller than Sara’s, perhaps 34C and had no real curves to speak of. I noted both were dressed like they were out for the evening and I had to ask. I wanted to ask if they came here often, but I was fairly sure that would have sounded retarded. Chris indicated they were out for the night. Sara added that. Me: you look beautifulP: thank youMe: you got a beautiful structureP: only staring, are you are going to do something???I am waiting for that answer,I went close to her and hugged her and then slowly started patting her body. My hands are busy roaming on her body.Both of us were waiting as to who would make the next move.Then I kissed her on her eyes and slowly started biting and licking her ears and neck. Soon our lips met and started smooching biting lips. Now slowly I started squeezing her. He took her to his tent. He lay down with her. He fucked her, and as a result they became husband and wife. I took Isabelle and fucked her and made her my wife and now I have taken you. I fucked you. You're my wife." Yes, monsieur. And I must trust and obey you."I lifted her to the pond and lowered her into it. Then, I washed her, concentrating on her breasts and her ass, cleaning away my dried cum and tickling her clit and generally having a good time.We played and cuddled and giggled for some. Was I wrong about the meaning?’ I focused on the painting for a few moments, then shook my head. I couldn’t deny it – she read the meaning spot on. ‘So then if I could figure it out from one look, it’s pretty safe to say you know what you’re doing. Give yourself a little credit.’ She trailed a fingertip across my cheek. ‘Teach me?’ she asked again. I handed her a wide brush and gingerly lifted my still-damp work off the easel, placed it on my workbench and grabbed a fresh canvas from under.