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Susanna Francessca stories

... from Warwick shows us what her boyfriend gets to see every night’. There were five pictures of her, all with her legs spread wide and three of them with her pussy held open, with one close-up shot of her showing her fuck-hole. Well, she did sign a model release form, so it’s her problem, not mine. A beautiful girl, though, with great tits and a very fuckable-looking vagina!!!!” Susanna Francessca Story 2. “I’m not going to give my name, but I dated Susanna Francessca for a while. That’s not her real name, she just uses it for modeling and stripping, but if she reads this she’s going to be pretty angry with me in any case, so telling you what her real name is would only get me into a lot more trouble. I used to ride a motorbike back then. Sometimes I used to collect her at her house and she’d get on the back of my bike, and we’d go to Warwick Castle, where there’s lot of walks around the grounds and the woods. In the summer Susanna would wear short flirty skirts that would blow up in the wind as we rode along. There’s a small village on the way to Warwick Castle and she’d attract lots of attention from the guys on the main street with her legs on show. Since I was riding the bike, I didn’t realise just how much she was showing. One day a friend of mine phoned me and said ‘Do you know just how much your girlfriend shows as you go through the village?” I said ‘Well, I know her legs are on show’. He said ‘It’s more than that. Look, I hope you don’t mind, but when you went ...

... through the village last Saturday, well, you didn’t see me, but I took a couple of pictures. If you really don’t mind and you want to see what she’s showing, I can email them to you’. Well, my girlfriend was a model and I was never jealous of men photographing her, so I told him it was okay and he emailed me the two pictures. Fucking hell, Susanna’s little flared skirt was blowing right up round her waist. And, it didn’t look like she was wearing anything under it. I didn't tell Susanna that I knew, but two weeks later I collected her and she had on a tiny, thin cotton skirt. Now THAT was going to really blow up in the breeze. She got on the back of my bike. I looked round and noticed for the first time that as she sat down she pulled the hem of her skirt up so that she wasn’t sat on it. Now I understood how her skirt could blow up round her waist. I’d told my friend that we’d be going through the village at about 11am and if he was there with his camera, well, he could get some pictures of my girlfriend’s legs, I didn’t care. To be honest, I’d always liked the thought of men seeing my girlfriend naked. If I knew she was doing a photoshoot for some photographer that she hadn’t worked for before, I used to get an erection just thinking of her slowly stripping her clothes off, getting naked for some guy for the first time. I speeded up the bike as we rode through the village so the breeze would really get up under Susanna’s skirt. This time I saw my friend with his camera. He ...