Morning when I woke up, I saw the beautiful lady sleeping on my lap and her face was close to my dick. It gave me an instant turn on, I examined her c...lothes, she was wearing shorts and loose t-shirt. I started rubbing her back, there was no response from her slowly, I pressed her boobs, then also no response, I grabbed her ass and was squeezing it..She woke up suddenly and said “what are you doing?” ,I said I am sry and went to my room and closed the door. After half and hour she came and. “Get it out. Get your weenie out.”He grimaced. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go that far with her.“Are you sure, Cheshire?” he finally asked.“Hell yeah,” she said. “Have a little fun. You know you want to.”He did, and he knew it. She finally backed up a step, and he unzipped his pants, and maneuvered his hard cock out the slit. He pulled his balls out, too. His balls fascinated Cheshire, they looked as fat as hen’s eggs, to her. And his cock ... it was the biggest she’d seen, so far. It was so. Ellen was waiting outside and she gave Josie a smile in greeting. For the next hour, they toured Woodbridge Manor, another beautiful old country seat. As a special favour, Josie was shown the painting Andrew had mentioned, Leda With The Swan. The beauty and sensuality of the woman portrayed was overwhelming indeed. Josie could not help but let her gaze switch between the painting and her hostess who smiled wryly."The other Ellen," she said with a touch of bitterness. "The Ellen who was so. She let’s her nails scrape against the sensitive skin of his balls and then cups them in her hands. Feeling how tight and full they already are. As a tiny drop of moisture appears at the tip she bends low enjoying the salty taste as she licks it off. Putting her hands against his inner thighs, she can feel him squirming beneath her touch. She feels his hands stroking her hair as she leaves tiny kisses along his warm soft skin. He pushes up wanting to be in her mouth. She allows it to slide in,.