Many an afternoon Maddalena and James sat alone in Melissa’s former makeshift atelier. James was somewhat of an artist himself stemming from his int...rest in Roman and Greek artefacts. His obsession with the beauty of Italy and Greece was only surpassed by his increasing obsession with that living example of Italian beauty, Maddalena. James sketched Maddalena numerous times.As their friendship progressed, Maddalena opened up to James. When he, one afternoon, merged Maddalena’s head with a sketch. "I think we should go and get changed before anything, we already had one decked out dude work with the horses, and I think that is enough for this year." Everyone laughed and we headed back to our rooms to get changed.As I was changing Lana came in to see me. "Is it going to feel like this all the time until it is over baby?" I don't know; I'm sure there will be ups and downs for all of us." I knew it was coming, and it still frightened me." I got my old tennis shoes on and came over to her. I. .“Would you mind if I helped you out?” nodding towards my pussy.“errm, no, go ahead”He reached inside my trousers and found my pussy lips straight away, slipping a couple of fingers into my soggy hole. I gasped.For the next few minutes, there we were sitting on a bench masturbating each other, our breathing getting more and more ragged. All this time we were sitting very close facing each other, his face inches from mine, staring into each other's eyes.Then he made that distinctive face that. I don't think that you should talk to her yet, but maybe sometimeyou both can tell my parents what a good time we have at Brownies." OK," both agreed.When he entered the house everything was quiet and Mike went up to hisroom. When he walked into his bedroom there on the bed, washed and neatlyfolded, were the pink panties that he had worn home yesterday. "What doesthis mean?" Mike wondered in astonishment. "Did this mean that he couldkeep the panties or maybe it meant that they were washed and.