Larson was some hot shot salesman that traveled the world selling some sort of scientific device leaving his wife for weeks at a time to take care of ...the house and two dogs. Two days after my 18th birthday was a Saturday and just like every Saturday in the summer since I was 12 I hopped the fence and let myself in to the garage for the mower. Mrs. Larson was lying on the lounger in the full sun only today she was sort of wearing a two piece swim suit. I would call it a bikini since I couldn’t. She could clearly feel it on her bare thighs, but she didn´t really think about it. Any kind of cooling was welcome. She put down the brush and took the pencil. Looked at canvas number 2, all white and untouched. Could be painted over, just took some time a bit of cheap white…Oh, yes!Penis number two began to appear from the tip of the pencil. Her tongue were wetting her lips, and she was totally swallowed by her work, even though this obviously was a waste of her time and money. She was. I want to let you to continue to be in control since I can see that you really enjoy it. And so do I, the more it drags out, the more wonderful it gets.You let go of your breasts and I can for the first time see that they look even better then I ever could have imagined with perfect areolas and hard nipples just as I want them.You push out your bosom as your hands wanders down to meet mine who now rests where your outer thighs meet your hip. You take them and guide them up your body and onto. It was bigger than the one back home. ‘Almost there.’ Jolin whispered to me. I just nodded and waited to get there. We were still traveling at a fast pace, as we didn’t know how far behind us the men could be. Minutes later we entered the village and the fear of what could happen had my body shaking with fear. ‘Do not worry little Kat, no one will harm you here you have my word on it.’ Kolden said beside us. ‘We will protect you.’ I looked over to the man and saw the determination on his.