"How about this?" he said, looking down at her as he strengthened his grip on her breasts, letting his cock head explode straight into her face. She s...quealed, as his load shot at great speed over her chin, right up to her forehead. "Does he do this?" Pete asked. His second load landing on her right cheek, dripping down into her ear. "No, he most certainly"... his third shot landing straight on her mouth, stilting her rant. "Ewwww!" She then continued... "coming in a woman's face is no part of. "From Edinburgh." I'm Dave, you've travelled some way," I replied."Indeed," she said, "Though we did stop over en-route."I wandered over to the stove where what appeared to be Mary's sister was muttering whilst holding the gas knob open and using a lighter to try and bring it to life, to no avail. I couldn't even hear or smell gas so I suspected that they hadn't turned the bottle on and with a quick check was quickly able to get things going for them."Oh thank God," said Mary. "Let's get some. Next on my agenda were some profile silhouette shots of her body. That required turning off the room lights and using back lighting. I wanted to emphasize her curves, without being distracted by skin tone or any details.I shot the views from several different angles and in differing positions. One I especially liked was with Chris sitting on a table with one knee raised, her hands on that knee and her other leg straight. You may have seen that pose in chrome on truck mud-flaps. It was a very. I started with a slower pace and worked my way up to a steady motion. It was quiet an effort though. She held my arms very tightly and her long beautiful nails were embedding in my arms. Her breast was jumping up and down with every stroke. Her eyes were tight shut and so were her lips. From time to time she got her tongue out and rolled it over her lips. She was surely enjoying this. The thought of me being the instrument of her pleasure made my cock hard and wild. At this moment we were both.