My loins subtly stirred at the thought of my late first wife. I reminisced on her cascading, blonde tresses and her smoky cobalt eyes that crinkled at...the corners whenever she smiled. She was a gorgeous creature, befitting of her namesake. Tall, limber, walking with long legs that carried an ass that was to die for.Much like Allyson.I watched her make her way back from the kitchen with a few dessert plates, and when she noticed me, she quickly smiled and waved gleefully. I simply nodded my head. "We'll beak for a cup of tea, now." said Algernon as soon as he was satisfied. "Veronica had better stay put. We don't want all the trouble of arranging her again and getting it wrong. Some film buffs never miss a trick continuity-wise! And you still need to concentrate on the screaming, Veronica. Remember you are being beaten half to death, by not given a playful slap on the bum by the boyfriend."As the others had their tea and biscuits, Veronica stayed where she was, suspended and stretched. I looked over at her and she kept looking at my eyes and then down at my hands and cock to see what they were doing. If my hands were busy she wouldn’t leave their movements. So I started to move my balls around playing with them and pulling them up and over my shaft. Then I took my other hand and stretched my cock to its fullest length. I pulled my balls down towards my ass and my cock towards my chest and this seemed to excite her even more. I could see her fingers playing at her pussy. .. now that his body was demanding attention... he started to feel empty... like part of himself was missing... he could feel his crotch burning with need... the need to be filled.Michael jumped at these thoughts... they were starting to scare him. This body was getting hard to control.After lunch Michael decided to walk some more.It was a beautiful warm, breezy day in Southern California... he laughed to himself... He was a California Girl! A blonde beauty that men all over the country.