This ancient statue had been modelled on one woman, he was sure. He tried to imagine her as a person, someone with feelings, friends, family. He tried...to put a voice to her, a laugh, a frown. He felt sorrow when he contemplated what had become of her in the distant past: She must surely be dust by now, while her perfect statue endured, untouched by time.Without consciously realizing it, he reached down to her face, to cup a cheek in his hand. As he touched that cold, perfect skin, he felt the. " Kaitlin gasped and flinched again, as obviously her cunt was again entered by some part of Joel's hand. I was too captivated by my wife's hands to check whether it was his thumb, finger or anything else for that matter. Here was my timid little wife greasing up another man's pole with one hand and exploring his scrotum with the other. She was clearly giving herself to the moment and loving it. The way she was feeling his testicles, and savouring the feel of the head of his cock, as though. The second son showed some promise too, something she was grateful for, she felt that the first child was not destined to be a carpenter. She tried to repress the entirely sensible but seemingly selfish fear that when her husband died there might be no-one to take on the business and they would starve. Hopefully James would have learnt enough by then. “James, be careful with that knife”James laughed and pretended to cut off his finger, crooking it over so it disappeared. Mary held her hands up. With a deep breath I kissed her on forehead…she opened her eyes. Looked into mine…lifted her up and placed her juicy lips on mine…it was a gentle kiss. Her lips were very sweet, juicy. It was mild kiss. Exploring each other’s lips…she was sucking mine lips and I was kissing her lips…with one hand I pulled the blanket up and went into her mouth. I started exploring her mouth with my tongue…she opened her mouth and let my tongue come in. I started rolling my tongue inside her full mouth. She was.