I finally took her to the chair and held her as she cuddled in my lap and talked about how things would be in the future and how much she loved me. I ...idn't say much other than to ask her a prompting question or two. She had completed her advanced course in cosmetology. She had a position at a salon downtown. She enjoyed working, but was looking forward to summer production so she could get back to her 'real' job on our sets.And through it all we kissed and caressed each other. When I touched. “… have a …” I race after her quivering need; my digits tripping across her skin, leaving ripples of pleasure in their wake. Downward, ever downward, past her belly button, sliding beneath the stretched, elastic of her bikini briefs, entangling themselves in coarse, thick curls that match those that adorn her head.“… use for you.” The smell of her sex assaults my nostrils; pungent, aromatic, needy; as she guides me down through her thicket of bejewelled hairs atop her pubic mons until, at last,. " That should work, I'll tell the girls now." OK, I'll warn Elizabeth when she returns."We managed to pull it off. Margaret and I explained to the girls thatElizabeth was now our friend and they could call her Aunty Elizabeth,whilst Sian got Elizabeth to one side and warned her that 'Dot and Dash'were coming. She told us later that Elizabeth nearly decided to go homethere and then.Fortunately, Elizabeth had splashed out on presents for the children. Thepresents proved an excellent 'ice-breaker'. She calmed herself, conscious of Marcus hovering a few inches from her feet in case she slipped, and quickly snapped off a half-dozen shots of the boat. She turned to get down, and Marcus was waiting once more, arms outstretched, to catch as she jumped."I can manage," she assured him, sitting down and sliding gently off the edge as he shuffled back to giver her space. "Thank you, though." Ready to go?" In a minute." She waved the camera. "I need to check that these shots are good enough, and I.