"I'm no Van Gogh." She came over the bed and sat on the edge. I noticed how loosely the sash was tied and seemed to slip open at any moment and the r...be would burst open. Her tits were already formidable forces on the two halves and were conspiring to just burst free. It would be the first time that this would happen. I have her naked several times. The first (and most memorable) was when I opened the bathroom door only to see her standing up at the sink shaving her underarms, humming softly. Trade restrictions had eased over the years for many countries around the globe and Jim had seen fit to take advantage of the situation. For the past seven years he had been running the business his father had begun years earlier. The main source of work for his company had been supplying air filters for the automotive industry. His company's filters were marketed under a wide range of brand labels and could be purchased in most auto parts store as well as being found in three out of five cars. She reluctantly pushed herself out of Peter’s arms and stood up. Peter followed her and they dealt with the dogs together.As soon as the kitchen door closed Peter picked her up with one arm under her shoulders and the other under her thighs. She felt tiny and was as light as a feather. Her arms went round his neck. In that way they went upstairs.In his bedroom Peter knelt and lowered Penny to the floor. Even so she was only a little taller than him. He pulled her head forward and kissed her. Nicole smiled. "Are you ready for some more wine?" Oh, yes please!" smiled Jean-Luc, raising his nearly drained glass. "I can't have this magnificent stew without another glass." As she poured, she caught Jean-Luc smiling down her blouse. She turned to Genevieve, a broad smile to her face. "More wine for you, Genevieve?" Most certainly, dear one! It's my anniversary and the night is still so very young!" Genevieve giggled, causing her lovely breasts to bounce in time with her amusement.With the.