I slow down, give her distance.When I emerge from the dense darkness of the driveway, there is no sign of the Golf. And so I follow the now gravelled,... cared for, drive as it circumvents a broad lawn laid out before the illuminated plate glass of an architect's wet dream.At the side of the house, I see their car parked beneath a stretch of towering brickwork whose length disappears into the darkness. It surrounds an ancient walled garden, a relic from the old Dammartin estate, learn the next. At first Jevon tried to hold the camera himself, but the pictures looked silly. More importantly, they revealed that Kim was asleep (which Jevon realized could backfire on him). So he thought for a moment and then called his buddy Jamal who was also at the party."Come upstairs and go to the room at the end of the hall," he said.Jevon met Jamal at the doorway and told him that he needed him to take some pictures. Curious, Jamal asked why. Jevon brought him into the room and showed him why. Then. The Pacific Ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge dominated the scene.Unlike most of the residence in Seacliff, Madam Carronade came from old money. The Seacliff house had been in her family for four generations. She had been offered eight figures for the house and grounds a dozen times by the newly minted millionaires of Silicon Valley. The offers were never answered. A very few select clients and even fewer friends were invited to Madam Carronade's home.Upon arrival Carl and his three companions. What are you doing I asked,Trimming my bikini lines she said,What I saidShe explained about keeping thing tidy down there, she said sally shaves all of hers off, and how nice it was licking a smooth fanny, the razor went between her legs shaving her lips crouching down as she did.She rinsed off the soap then stood up, their all nice and clean, pass me the towel,She wrapped the towel around her head, lick me she said as she stood astrideI got onto my knees looking up at her fanny, she had shaved.