Before him the long vaulted corridor arched elegantly away drawing his eye towards Kyria Zenia’s lovingly tended row of basil standing in the brilliant sunshine. She rubbed the head onto her tongue and against the inside of her cheek and Josh felt himself becoming harder and harder. XXX It fell to the floor leaving her breasts covered by her long honey blonde hair. “Sweet, you said it babe,” he whispered. Her smile had instantly attracted him when they had first met two weeks ago and now he let his eyes wander lazily across breasts that were firm; grapefruit sized handfuls with tight rosebud nipples. “And you’ve been drinking raki you naughty, nau-dee boy!”
“Um, I might have had…… a couple of glasses…..”
Later, they took it in turns to dry each others hair.
