We gaze around the large square room at the dozen or so paintings, mostly by the later Impressionists. Your gaze stops as you spy Modigliani’s Portr...it of Jeanne. Placed strategically in front of the painting is a marble bench which has been covered with a white tablecloth. Set upon it are two wine glasses, a plate of fresh fruit and cheeses, and a bottle of Merlot. Two burgundy cloth napkins are laid on the bench as well, with a shining silver corkscrew placed alone on one of them. two natural. ” she said, tailing off as she saw her mother’s face. After another moments silent pleading look at her mum she lifted the nightie over her head. She had the most wonderful body and her breasts were beautiful. I could not take my eyes off her body. “Bring the coffee table into place,” instructed Aunty and so, stark naked, Kate had to move the stool and drag the coffee table, end on, into the same spot. “Now, take up your position, Kate.” She stepped over, put her feet either side of the table. Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually moaning as though she liked it! At first, Henry thought his ears were betraying him but gradually he realized that the frightened sounds of before were slowly changing to soft subservient mewls of pleasure, almost inaudible above the gentle rustle of clothes being discarded throughout the audience. Not wanting to seem square to the swinging group around him, the handsome young husband began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, but still he. "Ohhhhhh," he said, and she felt him fucking her, not willing to release her just yet. She responded, now accepting his kiss, her body submitting. They fucked hard, unwilling to stop even as the aircraft engine choked its last and the plane began its death dive from an unknown altitude. How much time did they have? Did they care? They fucked to powerful orgasm, neither of them willing to tear away from what could have been a fatal embrace. She felt his hot semen pumping, filling her. She was.