Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man." Sing song/Sing song. "You only married me for my rump. That's all you care about, isn't it? You lusted ...over it the moment we met and since. I caught you looking at it from day one."Then a final refrain: "Cully's not a tit man."She grabbed a hand off the steering wheel. "You can spare this, we're going what about 10 miles per hour? Christ already." She dug it in and set it right. She was accurate, it was sopping in there. Rich, thick, hairy, a mess.. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you,do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requestedaccess to this material wilfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of ageor older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offendthe standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state,or federal law. CHAPTER FIFTEEN James smiled as he listened to the first suggestion ~ to see Becca. Carol let the way through to a moderate-sized bed/dump room with an even larger bay window overlooking a sloping drop and miles of lovely countryside. “this is my spare room” she said. Oh, nice I commented and set her up for a couple of test shots against the backdrop. “Did the agency tell you what I had in mind she commented?” “Not fully but that’s agencies” I commented. “Oh, OK, I need some shots for work both official and casual she replied” with a smile. Fine I thought makes my life a. Brad stopped the vid, turn in his chair and just smiled at us. Damn him, we wanted to see more of it. We whispered with a plan. The hall light was off and we turn off Sissys bedroom light. We stood in her doorway and faced each other. Now to counter his little horny making scheme. We began feeling each others tits. That got his attention right away. Watch us we saw him starting to get a boner. We stopped and just smiled at him. We waited. He got the idea. Show more vid and get more feel up show.