"I'm taking mine off too! It's too damn hot in here!" And then just like that ... she did. Maxine looked as though she were about to say something, bu... Chris cut her off, perhaps making her rethink her concern. "Oh for hells sakes mom ... like we were talking about earlier, he's seen enough of both of us before now, what difference does it really make anyway? They're just boobs after all. And I sure as hell am not going to stand here and sweat to death when I can at least be a bit more. Her light green hair is just as pristine as her robe, parted in the center and falling with grace down either shoulder. Her ornate headdress is absolutely beautiful.Compared to her, you feel underdressed. You’re simply wearing your lightweight mercenary armor. Your shoulder length blue hair is a bit messy, as is typical of a traveling mercenary. And, even though her hips may put yours to shame, you don’t mind saying that your ass is rather nice and cushiony. And, where breasts are concerned,. ” She came up, again grabbed my balls and penis, spun me around, let go, and I heard the whoosh splat and my next yelp after what was the eighth stroke. “Say it properly. Say twelve more please Zoe, hard ones.” I looked at her, realising immediately she hadn’t even counted this last one, and I had to ask for them to be hard. How embarrassing but what choice did I have? “Please give me twelve more hard strokes with the cane Zoe,” I said, scrunching my face up as I knew just how painful. Thick lashes shadowed by high cheekbones. Well shaped lips parted slightly in sleep. She lay on her back, her body displayed to him. Her breasts were nicely shaped with large nipples. A nice round belly led to gently flaring hips. She was short, only five foot five, but her legs were perfectly formed, with strong thighs, shapely calves, narrow ankles, ending in tiny feet. Her skin was like the finest of creams, soft and silky. Oh, how he loved to just look at her. He had been in love with her.