He might be the one to give her another baby. After the big biker got up and went back to the bar, the blonde and I lay there on our backs as two more...men took their place between our legs and pussy fucked us hard and fast. They said nothing just fucked us and left. I looked over a her as yet another pair of bikers took their turns using us as they pleased. Hours pasted without much rest between uses of our fuck holes. Our pussies and asses were full of biker spunk. Our holes dripped. At least. Making Love to Your Mouth as I Fight to Hold in My Groans of Pleasure.. I See Your Saliva Begin to Coat Me.. Making My Flesh Shine as It Slowly Slides In & Out Between Your Soft Lips.. Pausing You Withdraw Me & Flick the Tip of Your Tongue Around the Crown of My Meat.. I Feel Drops of Pre-CumBeading.. I Watch As Slowly You Take as Much of Me Into Your Mouth as You Can.. Purring at Me While I'm Still Deep Inside Your Mouth, Finally You Invoke A Groan From Deep Within My Chest As Unable to Stop. I’m watching you your watching me. I lean over and kiss you fully on the mouth working my tongue deep inside , tasting you, craving for more. I push you down onto your back so you are laying flat on the blankets we have spread out. I climb on top of you and forcefully take control of your body. you don’t fight you slowly give yourself to me, wanting me, needing me. I tell you another secret and watch your eyes flutter with arousal thinking of the time when you suspected but didn’t know. I kiss. I've never painted a stream so I just don't know. Can't Dorothy tell you?" No, I asked her."Dorothy shook her head. "I don't know either," she said. "The stream is moving but the colours of the stones don't change except their shades as the water moves over them and then there's spray and that's easy because you can see its shape but..." She shrugged. "Somehow it just all came together." And quite beautifully, my dear. Sensationally so."They looked at a number of Harriet's paintings hung round.