I also instructed her to get two particular pics of her, one on her back sunbathing, erect nipples, and pussy lips prominent, but with a book over her...face (casually), and one lying on her front with her arms obscuring her face, so that in the event it could be deniable that it was a picture of her. On return she made a big play of feeling uplifted that she had called her friends bluff to Ralph and kept saying she was glad of his help. In the mean time she would cuddle him watching tv in the. "Smooth as Miriam?" Hank grinned."Absolutely!" Phil replied."I'll be damned!" Hank almost choked on his drink and a sliver of ice."You'd be shaved--not damned!" Miriam corrected. "I've never seen a man without bushes and bushes of cockle hair!"And Mavis knew that Phil, truly, had screwed Miriam--and Hank knew it. And Phil and Miriam knew that she had been plundered by Hank's cock; his stallion had stampeded all through her sex corral!Mavis glanced at Phil and recognized he wasn't about to. She just knew her pulse was speeding up rather than slowing down and her breathing was becoming more rapid. When Cindy shifted her body and straddled Gina, the older woman began to feel, well, almost turned on. Cindy's strong fingers seemed to be brushing over every inch of her body, not just her back anymore but over the sides of her breasts and down over her bottom. She felt Cindy's legs tightly alongside her hips, flexing and relaxing as she stretched forward to reach Gina's shoulders. The. Dying? The man pushed the girl away and pulled out a massive knife. “I don’t like you SIR! I don’t like your posh accent SIR! I don’t like your fucking face SIR!” Ling just smiled, he’d worked his way up and had been lucky and skilled in equal measure; this idiot was assuming he was a posh twat who bought his way in because he had a smoother accent. Ling’s smile infuriated the drunk who launched across the room with a swing up which, if it had connected, would have disembowelled him or finished.