Pale pink, oval shaped, and tiny in comparison to the ample swell of her breasts, they were the thing that i most loved about her tits. I covered each... cup with a hand and moved forward until the tip of my leaking cock touched her cleavage. I stayed like that for several minutes, my hips moving almost imperceptibly, working the hyper-excited tip of my cock against the fleshy V where her tits joined. I rolled each nipple through the lacy fabric, pinching and pulling, crushing her cleavage against. “We’ll see,” she said. “But tell us how you got started with – well, with this.” “It was funny really,” said Harold. “In the summer we like to go for a picnic – there’s an area in Epping Forest we enjoy. Usually fairly quiet, not too many noisy kids. We take a few sandwiches and a thermos of tea and just wind down after a week at work. And this particular Sunday we had it all to ourselves.” “So there I was, minding my own business, lying back on a blanket with my eyes closed, half dozing, when. "Mr. Bindle, its Ozzie Hanswatter calling." Yes Mr. Hanswatter. What can I do for you?" He didn't sound irritated that I had called him so late in the day."I was wondering what happened to Uncle Darby's home? I mean, was it sold or ... what?" Well, actually, your uncle didn't own that home. He rented it from a corporation. They maintain the ownership," he said carefully."Really! What is the name of the corporation?" I asked."I'm not sure your uncle wanted that to be public ... but ... since you. I smiled and said you will see. We kissed a long lusty kiss and you looked into my eyes and said what now. I took you down the street and into a parking garage. I sat you on the hood of a car. It has just been parked and the metal was still warm. I pressed your legs apart with my large hands and got my first look and your beautiful little pussy. You had just a small strips of soft hair above your tiny little hood, your lips were smooth and swollen. A little drop or your nectar was slipping from.