Dear Robin Nordhal,Hello, you do not know me, but I know you.My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had ...he surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Horatio Nordhal for the past 50 years. I am sorry to say that Mr. Nordhal is no longer with us, and his estate is to be divided among several of his surviving relatives. You are required to attend the reading of the will in a months time if you. He laughed and looked down at me, his face was pure bliss, his eyes sparkling and alive. It was the first time I had seen love in his wonderful blue eyes as he smiled down at me from his throne on the edge of the pool. I just smiled back, feeling satisfied that I had given him an incredible blowjob! Now, your turn. He said, unwrapping his legs from around my neck and clambering down back into the water. Splash! I felt water droplets hit my face as he re-entered the pool eagerly. I debated. My pubes were all wet and my lips were so swollen and open that I could clearly see my clit standing at attention, just begging for some touch.My hands trailed over my folds and I moaned in both delight and anticipation. I was so sensitive just the barest touch was almost too much. I didn't want to touch my clit just yet because I knew it would be over-sensitive and the fact was I needed my pussy stuffed and right now. I moved my feet further apart and watched in the mirror as more cum oozed. The woman was just getting to her car, she put her large bag on top and fiddled with her keys to unlock it.The man approached her, said only a few words then they both walked away and out of frame, she leaving her purse sitting on top of the car."Mike would have known that no woman would walk away from her purse like that." Said Tiffany, "Someone else might have noticed but just wondered what in the hell she was thinking, but Mike, knowing what he knows, figured out that she wasn't thinking at.