She could hear him, very remotely, talking on the phone. So, what was that footstep on the patio?A man stepped out into the sunlight. “Oh,” he sai....She gasped, and withdrew her fingers from her wet hole to cover up her large tits. She could smell her juices as well as her sweat and felt certain he could scent them too. He was silhouetted against the sun. He made no move to withdraw, as though it were his right to look her up and down in this (or any) state.“Do pardon me for interrupting,” he. Biting her lip she opened the door and let it swing inwards, where she stepped quickly followed by Michael who didn’t for an instant take her hands off her waist as she turned around to face him.She opened her mouth to talk but he placed his hand on her cheek, his other flicking the light on in the apartment as he leaned in, kissing her full lips, passionate and desperate, his foot catching the door, swinging it shut behind them as he started to urge her once more onwards.She stepped carefully. "My heart sank as she raised up and said, cheerily, "There you are, dear, and it does look lovely on you." She returned to the stage. By the astonished looks on the faces of my family, I knew it was something vulgar. I cautiously bent my head down and looked. I almost shit. What I thought was a giant "W" was a cutout of the Venus girl from the fountain. She was posed as in the fountain with her legs out in a wide "V", her hands reaching around her haunches to spread open her sex. The plaque was. I stepped away for amoment and finished taking them off. The pants dropped to the hardwoodfloor with a soft thud. Her eyes roamed my body and then seemed to lock onmy cock. A smile on my face, I reached down again and slid out of myshorts, completely naked to her. She started to purr.I lowered myself onto the bed and kissed her hard. My tongue snaked outand danced with her tongue in her mouth. She was being a bit passive andthat was turning me on more and more. I could not take it any longer.