“For weeks it was nothing but Laurence’s portrait."She turned again to face him. "For a bloke, Karl, you can be such a bitch! Sally loves it so mu...h. It means the world to her. Don't begrudge the pleasure it brings her." Just teasing, darling." Oh, I’m sorry Laurence, I'm getting ahead of myself. I’m Penny — Penny Machen. This is Karl; my husband.”And all the time I am thinking, how bizarre to be talking about my art with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, here on a beach in Cornwall. He moved with aching slowness and she could feel her pussy lips swelling and tingling in anticipation as she felt his thumbs meet and slowly slide up towards them. He took some time rubbing into the crease at the top of her thighs before moving on to the exposed part of her butt cheeks, his thumbs sliding slightly under the fabric as he squeezed the firm mounds in his wandering hands.She laid there, aching to feel his touch on her rapidly soaking pussy, but when she heard the snap of the lid. His girl was here. He glanced at Margaretand nodded toward her with a little smile. Margaret raised her eyebrows,the girl might be considered a little plain outside, but here withsuch an adorable outfit and that pretty doll curled hair and the rosyblush on her cheeks even Margaret thought the girl was lovely.Marilyn made her way thru the room, glancing here and there as she triedto pick Master L from the crowd. What if he hadn't come at all? Sheheard moans and the sound of something smacking. .?' she said grinning. Carly ran her hands back up my legs and turned the waistband of my pants down letting my throbbing erection spring free. At this point Carly let out a little gasp herself! The cheeky little girl suddenly disappeared and for a split second I think she thought she was in way over her head. 'God its so . . . well . . . 'thick'!' she knelt there for a second just letting her view of my cock (which is just over normal length but what most women have told me all my life, is.