’ She kissed me again with even more passion and I held her tight in my arms. Her hormones were raging as her hand went under my shirt feeling my ch...st. I felt fair was fair, so I reached over and felt her swollen breast marveling at how big they were. I put my hand under her maternity blouse and felt her sexy belly, loving how its shape felt under my hand, her naval just beginning to poke out from the inner force against it. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ She asked me. Feeling that I. She can stay with her mother in London,” averred Victoria.Bea sat down and hugged her.There were footsteps on the stairs and Becky came in and curtseyed.“Becky,” said Bea, “you don’t have to curtsey every time you see me. I work here! You really don’t need to.”“Th, thank you, umm ... my lady. There’s a lady downstairs who would like a portrait done, if you can.”“Right, would you ask her to come up? Sorry Victoria, work calls,” said Bea.Victoria grinned. “I’m feeling better, thank you. It’s good. Just like clockwork, the lady comes to sit opposite me on a bench that is out in the sun and has almost no spots of dirt on it. She spreads out a handkerchief on the wooden slats before she allows her short pleated skirt to touch the surface. When she is bending over to do that, I notice that she is wearing the nylons that have the thick black seam in the back and I follow that line all the way up until it disappears way above her knee. I thought I could see a glimpse of the garters but it is. Without a word, she raised her skirt and bent over, waiting for me to take advantage of her offer. My cock was in her in less than twenty seconds and her tits were bare and in my hands in another ten. Eleven times she came before I unloaded in her hot box while she moaned sexily.The following morning I walked in on her sitting in her big office chair, one leg over each padded chair arm, her fingers working around her clitty and a glazed look in her eyes. I dropped to my knees and pulled her.