”“I look nothing like you,” Jayne protested.“They will only have seen that awful painting,” Lilla pointed out, “Stick my crown on and no o...ne will be any the wiser.”Jayne was not too thrilled, “What happens if I end up married to Prince Harold?”“Really, do you seriously think he will fancy you?” Lilla asked.Jayne was hurt but she knew she was over weight, and short so maybe Lilla had a point.The carriage thundered on as the center vehicle of a twenty carriage convoy of guards, soldiers,. I started running my tongue gently over her fat clit while burying my nose in her anus. I have to admit, her ass was stank. I could tell she hadn't showered since the previous day, and that thong wedged between her butt cheeks on a hot day was doing her no favors. She had the usual, female ass stench that I find so irresistible--sweat, pheromones, and toilet all mixed together. Her pussy was a bit musty as well, just the way I like it. After I tongue-fucked her tight shaved snatch for a. She had lingered in the bath for so long that the water began to cool so she decided to slip out of the tub and into the covering of a warm white towel. The soft towel wrapped her body in luxurious softness as she blotted the wetness from her soft creamy skin. Once dry she slipped back into her white robe and sat down to coat her nails with deep red polish she had bought for the occasion. She was careful in applying the polish to her toes first them her finger nails applying two thing coats to. They have been my favorite nights because both of us loose our inhibitions. We hold nothing back. I’ll be honest I’m generally quiet during sex so is Michael. I don’t drink a lot neither does he but he holds his own when he gets smashing drunk. Michael is a big guy about 6’3′ and is built like a machine. He has tan skin and dark hair that trails down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans to hold his 8′ cock. I’m nearly his opposite. I have peaches and cream coloring, pretty small at.