I laughed and said I had to relieve myself back at the studio. She said, "So you're up for a fuck then", and she undressed. Totally nude she laid back... and I had the pleasure of my fingers and palms exploring her body as she had explored mine. Her breasts were big, a little soft, with pert nipples that made her shudder whenever I touched them. Her skin was soft and her scent was sensual. I enjoyed playing with her body as she had enjoyed mine, and I avoided her pussy. She had a caesarian scar. And the last few photos were taken in the children’s hospice at Chichester on Mary’s first day in England in 1941, the day before poor Sarah died in her heroine’s arms.The Turner-Sims family welcomed us as honoured guests, Mary as a virtual adopted Aunt to Sarah for half her short life and me for being Mary’s protector and only other friend in England. Mary spoke with deep emotion and some humour about her long relationship with her greatest fan and severest critic, their letters and few. She leaned toward me and gave me a delicious kiss. When it was through and we were disengaged she whispered, ‘On your knees Peter and pull out that delicious cock.’ I did as she bid. I was very hard again. ‘Fuck my face Peter…but do not come in my mouth. I want that all on my face.’ I looked around the neighborhood where I had played when I was much much younger. I took my pants down onto my thighs and started stroking while she talked about my wonderful cock. ‘Your prick is so so nice Peter.. I was in a pretty sticky situation....I was stood, cock in one hand and her knickers in the other, how could I get out of this."You're a horny little fucker aren't you, get on your knees boy." She said, I complied as I was more turned on at the fact she seen my cock, she walked over to me, removed her skirt and pressed my nose and mouth on the crotch of her tights,"how do you like the fresh scent?, lick my pussy you perv" she shouted, my tongue started going crazy on her tight clad clit, after.