She picked it up and placed it back in the wooden bowl, covering it with a linen cloth and moving it to sit on a stand off to one side of the fire. Br...ead making was an art she’d spent seasons mastering. She’d been lucky that Arn Clerin had brewed fresh ale last night; the froth from his vat would make light, soft bread.Ardt grunted, sitting himself down on the stool. “It might not be too late for her to change plans, then.”Elva turned from the bowl of bread, looking at her husband anxiously.. " Do you want to see it now?" You're asking me if I want to watch a video of you getting fucked?" Yes. What's wrong?" You don't see anything wrong?" No. I like it when people watch me fucking." Have you done that a lot?" Not a lot, but a few times. First time was when I was in Summer camp." You're too old for Summer camp." This was five years ago. I was with John, one of the counselors." Did he take your virginity?" Oh no. That was a friend of my dad's. The year before." Did you tell anyone?". Finally she removed her hand and backed away slightly. We hugged and kissed like two teenagers that sneaked away to make out. I loved the feeling of our breasts pressed together. I ran my hands all over her back feeling and kneading her soft, velvet skin. Kristen nuzzled her face in my neck and whispered in my ear. “Would you do the same for me.” I gently pushed her back on the bed and said “I have a better idea.”I sat upright beside her and started running my hands all over her. I. We're both 22, 5'7, slim, chesty and we've even both got our blonde hair tied back the same, it's just that mines real. I hear the chunk slide noise of the patio door and the plumber steps onto the balcony. I don't move an inch, just check him out through my Oakleys. He's no dream boat, not ugly, but not the kind of guy you'd really give a second glance too, just plane ordinary. In his thirties, slightly disheveled, a big round shouldered guy in his overalls, stammering at the sight of two.