.. on asking her where was roy ? she simply said " he's up stairs " so i thought he must be in the shower or something ?we drank our coffee's and hele... said that if it suited me i was welcome to stay over if i wanted , i thought to myself you try and fucking stop me, with my mind still in overdrive as to what the weekend might hold ? i said that i had nothing planned but lets see how things pan out, not wanting to appear to keen as you never really know how things might turn out ?so by now i. “Open your legs” he demands. I do as I am told and he steps between my legs, gliding his hands slowly up my thigh and push my shirt up to expose my glistening pussy. He gives me the cocky smile that I love so much, while he teases my wanting lips. I grab his hand, but he slaps it away. “Tell me what you want me to do you?” He whispers to me, while staring deep into my eyes. “I want your fingers deep inside me, now,” I say, as I take his hand, bringing it to my mouth and slowly sucking on two of. It took me a while at the first meeting to ask if I could buy spare photos of Her at that studio, and I guess She knew I would want to see Her pose. I had no idea what to expect, so when She copied a pose from one of my Spick & Span mags – with a caption that told Her exactly what would happen if I saw that pose for real – She took me by surprise and I couldn’t hide my contortions, moans and ecstasy as She made me instantly spunk my pants right in front of Her (mac done up for that one and only. ..about five or six inches high...and weighs about...fifty pounds. Oh,and it looks like polished bare steel 'cept fer the center 'hub'...that'spainted 'Ford blue'."Uncle Rick still looked confused."It looks like the flywheel from a 1915 White." I translated even thoughI wasn't sure myself."Oh!" Uncle Rick finally grasped the shape then looked at me withanother confused stare."Look, just think a picture of the thing to Jack and she'll pass it tous, Brie." I suggested with some.