Everything is well adjusted, well defined, in spite of not being a dedicated sportswoman like Carola, her legs are stylized and delineated with a firm...ess and tonicity worthy of a high performance sportswoman, they had to be her mother's genes. Not like the skinny ones whose outline is a straight line and flabby flesh, not at all. Both legs crowned with two half spheres almost perfect as butt. Hard and firm, they seem to be inflated under pressure.I'm going to have to include here a picture of. .I'm s..so sorry! I managed to get out while carefully putting his boxer briefs down on the floor again. "it's ok, I know you like me" he said and gently stroked my messy medium lenght blonde hair. "You know..you're very cute for a boy" he said looking deep in my eyes. His sparkling deep blue meeting my light green eyes. "Frank..I.. I'm sorry" I blushed even more and had no idea what to say. "Shhh it's alright you don't have to say anything. Infact I don't want to talk at all. I just want you". Martha let out a little moan when a shiver went up and down her spine."Damn!" she thought. "If I had known that this was so exciting, I would have done it much earlier already!"Although, doing it just a week ago would surely have gotten her arrested. But that was something she couldn't think of right now. She could feel how her skin was burning from all those people staring at her. Martha had a blush on her cheeks and while some people would mistake it for shame, she was, in fact, blushing from. And when I brought the oil to her clean shaved vagina, she thrust her hips off the table in an attempt to push her clit into my fingers.I began oiling her legs, giving special attention to the top of her thighs making sure to come into contact with her from time to time.And then it was time. She was ready; her mind was ready to go further.I feathered stroke every place on her body that was in view. This caused her to pull on the bindings and made all sorts of moaning, and labored breathing.