A well-shaped figure, hips and tits and everything in nice proportion.Again the books he assumed his current shape derived from describedevery slave g...rl as a peak of perfection pretty much so... anyway. Henoted that the carpet matched the curtains, he was a real blonde with,yes, blue eyes. He realised he didn't need his contacts either, hereyesight was pretty much 20/20, another perfection courtesy of theauthorial pen he presumed. He was surprised to discover he was wearinggold-coloured. The man penetrated her deeper and pulled her against him. She found thepresence of the man's body against her and the feel of his groin pushingon her buttocks as he fucked her comforting as well as arousing. Shesighed and surrendered to the inevitable.The man fucked her harder and faster and she gasped and rutted in concertwith him. He twisted her face sideways and kissed her and she kissed himback, her tongue slurping on his, their lips crushed together."Oh yeah honey! You're my. Again I felt heat flood over my pussy as I stood there knowing Mark was jerking off while looking at me. I then grabbed a men’s white dress shirt and tossed it over to the bed. After slipping on the house slippers I put on the dress shirt and tied it together just under my full breast and only buttoned one button above the knot. Looking in the mirror I could clearly see my nipples through the thin material and the sway of my breast as I walked towards the mirror. Next I grabbed the shorts and. I was surprised no one seemed to mind her nudity. She walked on until she reached my house.“Do you want a few more pictures?” I nodded speechless. We walked on to my driveway squeezing past my fathers van. She posed and I must have taken about twenty pictures of her.She stopped posing to press herself against me. She trailed her hand down my chest to rub my aching cock through my shorts. I wrapped my hands around her and grabbed the twin halves of her ass, and squeezed, and pulled her hips in.