..the first picture of you, the first picture of... err no she rang to say that she didn't think 'poor little Freddie' was up to it today." "That's a ...elief. The first picture of you... I'm doing it now. Who's that by, oh don't tell me, erm, early 80s." "The Lotus Eaters. 2pm is fine for your intriguing fat cat woman, I've put it in the diary. Right, well I better get ready for our first patient of the day," she says as she goes into the consultation room. I go into the back to scrub up, I dry. She felt the heat of it as he painted her tits and abdomen with his seed.She began running her hands through his cream. It was filthy but deeply satisfying to feel his essence all over her body.Finally, Bud collapsed on the massage table next to her. She to let her legs fall limp and her head loll back. They both laid breathing heavily for a good five minutes."That was hot, babe. Never would have picked you out for a freak." He finally said as he struggled to his feet. He stared down at her. You are standing there naked stroking your cock, you have been watching me. Your cock so hard leaking pre-cum, I look at you licking my lips. I pull you into the shower with me; you smile at me your eyes telling me that you need my mouth around your cock.I move closer to you, kissing you so deeply. Feeling you hard cock rubbing on my leg, my hand begins stroking you. You can feel the heat in my body as it aches for you. I begin kissing down your neck gently nibbling at you. Slowly kissing you. Three or four times a year I would visit their Derbyshire home, a converted farmhouse just outside Bakewell. Usually, I’d stay for two nights. Did I fancy Megan? Of course I did -- who wouldn’t. Aged twenty-four, only five-one and sumptuously curved, she was certainly a tidy little package. No! That doesn’t do her justice. She was gob-smacking gorgeous: her brown eyes large and always pencilled darkly, and with her hair a shade of moonless midnight-sky she presented Mediterranean swarthy.