Why don't we goof off this afternoon and do something different?"She looked at me with a question in her gaze before she answered."Okay ... what do yo...u have in mind?" When was the last time you went to the suspension bridge in the canyon? Or the dam?" Ages. When I was still in junior high school." Why don't we go up there today? It shouldn't be crowded and we'll get some exercise and fresh air."There was a pause for a moment before she answered. "Okay. That sounds like fun. Let's do it," she. On top of the creaky, bouncing bed, Gwen was shifted onto her knees, her hands coming down to grip and squeeze her own thighs. Peter was sitting between her broad thighs, his cheek resting on her shoulder. His tongue was out, flopping lewdly on her back, a steady trail of drool constantly slithering down to where their bodies were joined together. He couldn't even see his cock anymore, just those clapping, sweaty brown buttcheeks of hers engulfing it, but he could feel her holding him inside.. Noticing just how attractive she was.She inspected his skin for a moment. "Have you actually used themoisturiser I gave you?" Yes, every day. In fact there is not much left in the pot." Mmmmm, .....ok. I think it has made a difference."She stepped back behind her desk, her camel coloured strappy highheeled sandles caught his eye. Terry's thought's were cemented, thiswoman was sexy. Did he actually stand a chance with her? He hoped itcould be true."Ok Terry, I have things to do. I'll see you. Fortunately, this plan was consideredimpractical. She also wondered whether they could have a fire placewith a beautiful female figure moulded into one side to support themantel, and in colour, so that I could be dressed to match and attachedto the other side. Fortunately, this was also deemed too impractical.Her fun idea was that people would not realise I was built into thefire place until I spoke. She mainly settled for dressing us alike ordisplaying me in my mermaid dress.She commissioned.