"She did as he suggested. "It's that painting of me and Laura, I'm...I'm thinking about buying it." Why, if ye don't mind me asking? I never knew ye...t'be having any greatinterest in such things before." I ain't never been in a painting before. I thought it'd be... funt'look up at the wall and see m'self looking back." That don't sound like much of a reason." Ain't it the reason you had _two_ pictures done, one of Jessie and oneof Molly?" Them two is different. The painting of Jessie is a.... Mom was kicking and screaming as Luis was fondling her right in the garden! Mom’s khaki shorts covered her shapely, little bottom and legs, but she was topless. Her bra and blouse had been tossed to the side, and her big jugs were bobbling around as she fought her captor. Her shoulder-length brown hair was flailing wildly as he tried to kiss her. After more struggling, she broke away and actually tried to flee across the yard toward the house, her tits flying all over as she ran. But the large. King stood stiff legged, awaiting his mistress' whims. Valerie reached under the brute and slid her open hand up and down his hairy cock sheath. His naked red cockhead flared out and his prick jerked and pulsed. Valerie folded her fist around his cock and skimmed up and down lightly, just brushing over the throbbing cockshaft. Then her grip tightened and she began to jack him off. His hairy cock sheath folded up at the ledge behind his prick-knob as her hand pulled up and as she pushed back to. Unable to look away, Mary's breathing quicken. Looking forward making sure she wasn't being watched, she ran her finger tips down the light blue silky material. Mary's heart beat quickened feeling the warm fleshy mound. Looking down Mary let her eyes gaze over Ann's body. She watched her small breasts move up and down with each breath. Further down Ann's dress out lined her flat stomach. With a flame growing between her own legs, Mary reached down and pulled the bottom of Ann's dress up a.