She surely had been told to expect me."Yes, dad told me you were coming. You do have the right kind of look for the job. Even that god awful hair will...work," she said."So you are the fashion expert," I said with a big smile. It was a bit demeaning I know."Dear, I will be shooting your images. Dad is semi retired these days. He takes care of the clients mostly." she said. "By the way my name is Wilma." So it's a family thing. That's always good," I admitted."Well let's get to it. Dad said I only. I was out of control and raised her t-shirt a bit and kissing her tummy, made her out of control. I asked her lets go to bedroom. She went first and switched of lights to make my home dark as it’s a night time.I followed her to the bedroom. We both got wild and started kissing each other passionately with no stop. I was kissing her neck and had a french kiss for almost 5 mins. She was breathless and started kissing her neck, cheeks, chins, earlobes and meanwhile was pressing her right boob. She. ‘We’ve only got sweet white, Miss!’ replied the highly impressed barkeeper. ‘Sweet then!’ When he returned with their drinks, Mike handed him a fiver. ‘Keep the change! By the way, we’re looking for the Arnie Sidebottom place!’ he volunteered. ‘You wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would you, old chap?’ The barman pushed his wire-framed spectacles back on his nose, and scratched the back of his head! ‘There’s some rich gent moved into ‘The Grange’, a year or so ago, but he don’t have nothing. Her breasts were saggy (not surprising after 3 k**s) with big, dark areolas and long, puffy nipples. I didn’t care, I couldn’t take my eyes off them as she rubbed at some of the bra marks. Next, she slid her panties down and off; when she stood up, her pussy was fully shaved, and her slit was just visible. She tossed her underwear into the suitcase and headed to the bath.I went to the next video, and it pickup up just as Cathy entered the bath. I resumed slowly stroking myself , wiping the pre.