And while her breasts probably weren’t entirely her own either, at least they look natural. She must be a runner, Karen could see well defined m...scles in her thighs when she moved. The blonde smiled to her friend and called out to Richard. Would he mind terribly rubbing some suntan lotion on her back? She arranged her chair so that it flattened out and then she laid face down, unty- ing the string on her bikini top. Karen smiled, was this going to be some sort of tits and ass movie?. More chatter and steps on the stairs led me outside where I encountered two young subalterns on the landing, busily undoing their buttons. I showed them my pistol and ushered them into the room with the sleeping major. I tied them to opposite ends of the wench's off-used bed, went downstairs and had a drink."You ruined a good day's trade," said one of the ladies I had rescued from British ardor, the one I had labeled Camille."Might'a made a crown, even more," said the other."I'll make it up to. Her beauty was more than just her face. Her body was in great shape. Neither too large, in the areas that matter to a man, nor too small either. Proportionally, she was perfect, with auburn hair and freckles on her shoulders. My cock hardened in its wet haven. I have long been a sucker for freckles.“Well let me make it up to you in some way. Why don’t I buy you dinner? In fact, why don’t I make dinner for you later? What are you doing tonight?” I found myself accepting her invitation, already. He picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me down. I was all wet and trembling with the anticipation of my daddy fucking my horny little pussy. That was not what he had in mind just yet. He moved over me and brought his lips to mine and started to kiss me again and at the same time his hand was kneading my tits. They were pretty small then not like they are now but he said they were beautiful. He stopped kissing my lips and started kissing and sucking on my nipples and his hand.