Pru took the call. "What's up?" This morning, she had gotten out of bed feeling as though she had spent too much time in the Salle, and now she was st...retching and limbering up. She set the com so Isabella could easily see her."I was out at the mine all week, Pru," she said, speaking Arabic. "And I decided to stay and spend the weekend in the hills. You know, just sort of wandering about." Isabella was known to her friends as an avid mountain hiker. On the com, she appeared to be at home, and. The perfect size for a cock to slip through just as you wonder whats about to happen you hear him unzip his pants, turning your head towards him, you see his throbbing cock. Twitching and pulsing in the air as you look at it with envy, it was bigger then yours could ever hope to be and nearly as thick as some of your toys. You stare at it for a moment before you hear your lover speak " Are you going to stare at it all day, slut? Get to work. " He said in a surprisingly demanding voice. " Yes. Then finally she stopped cumming and relaxed, and after a moment she loosened her grip on me, and I began to gently thrust into her again."How was that?" I asked smiling."Good! So fucking good! God, I needed that!" she replied still trying to catch her breath.Then after a little longer of fucking her steadily on her back, I got her to roll on her side, and holding onto her raised little hip, I began thrusting into her harder and firmer again."Yes, fuck me again!" she groaned looking back at me. As Bailey she'd never done these things, never taken the time, never noticed. Now whole new worlds opened up to her every day. She could stare into one of her mother's watercolours for ten minutes, for fifteen minutes, for half an hour, and only begin to fathom its mysteries. And the CD of Bach partitas she'd come across in her mother's collection - it took her to places she'd never dreamed existed, and took her farther in each time she listened . Everything was a door for her now, a door that.