Well the dirty young buck was snatching a peek at my shaven pussy, I moved around a little and gave him a better look. I did this in a way which made ...it look accidental as if I had no idea. Well Bradley was shaking a little, he had a ranging hard on that was for sure because I could see it. I estimated that he was about 8 inches and it was thick.Bob then scuttled back from inside the machine and declared he had fixed it. As he spoke he looked in my direction and had a birds eye view of my pussy. It was still early still, but already there were people on the lawn tidying up. Turning back towards the bedroom, she was drawn towards a large painting hanging on the nearest wall. She reached out and dragged her finger down the wooden frame. She recognised the style, from the canvases in the summerhouse. A noise from outside interrupted her reverie, bringing her back to the present. Where had Richard gone? Would he come back? What should she do in this situation? What time was it? There was. They paid for their groceries, or rather he paid for the groceries, and insisted on doing so. They went off to find the small dining room recommended by the desk clerk. The dining room was dimly lit, lending to a cozy, romantic atmosphere. Soft background music played, and the tables were set far enough apart, that you couldn’t hear the conversation at the next table. They were shown to a table in the corner, a candle on the table already flickering a soft glow over the white linen. Please do not copy this text to any other sites without my consent, which I will give assuming you PM me and tell me where you want to post it. I also do not give permission for this text to be used for any institutes and/or research purposes. This is not entirely intended as a story for people to masturbate to but if you can then I am happy that you found pleasure from mine. I am submitting this story to a sex story website because, to me personally, it is erotic and I think that other people.