It's classic Che Guevara."I think I'll call Bernie," I said.I dialled his home number and he answered on the second ring. He didn't have too much to r...port but he had found out, through a contact in Land Registry, that Charles Brownlock had purchased a small farm near Southwold in Suffolk. He had bought the place a couple of years ago but it wasn't listed as either of his addresses and wasn't remotely near his inner-city constituency. We were all immediately struck by the proximity to. I slipped in a few pickies of my wife, on one occasion, just scantily clad, not intimate ones, and the comments I must say were great, so much so that I showed Tina, who was flattered, but mad that I hadn’t asked her first! However, when she calmed down to appease me she agreed to posing for a picture or two and it grew from there, the thin end of the wedge! She found the exposure erotic and exciting we tried a gallery of her lovely body, taken around the garden, then another out on Cannock. At my place we settled down and started to have a conversation it soon got around to her life in her country and she explained all the trouble and money problems they have there iy was sad but i couldnt stop thinking about fucking her and thats all i could concentrate on so after listening to her for a bit i brought the conversation around to sex.This changed her whole attitude she seemed scaired and explained to me that when she was younger she was rapped by her grandfather and she hadnt had. She stood and removed the robe she was wearing, revealing an amazing figure in a short sundress with low-cut neckline. She came back and sat next to me, allowing me a very nice view of her cleavage. I gently caressed her soft, smooth skin and slid my hand inside the front of her top. Her nipples were standing out over half an inch. My other hand stroked her leg and traced up the inside of her thigh. She relaxed, allowing her legs to open. I slid my hand under her skirt finding her without.