In keeping with the general theme, plaster had been manufactured on-site, using a traditional limestone and kiln method. The resulting wet wall was pe...fect for fresco painting. Enter David Bromstad.David was an artist. He had used my whole house as his canvas. I was very grateful he was good at it, though a couple were a little crazy. Since he was there, showing me his work, I realized he craved validation like every other artist. I told him he was going to have to leave the frescoes in place.. I have always dreamed of having seven, don’t know why but that was my dream, how would you feel about having a rather large family babe” I said “would love it with you, if that’s what you want, that’s what we can try for, either way we are going to have lots of fun try, the only thing is we will have to get a bigger house” “oh yes “ I said “talking about baby’s, do you know you have a birth mark right under you left breast in the shape of a tree” “yes” she said “I have seen it myself when I was. Just as I was getting used to it he stopped touching me and moved back to the couch. I was drawing on the joint stroking my cock. The wine, the cock on my prick and the dope were making me delightfully confused. "Hey! You're really getting into this now. Cast your eyes on my wife's cunt. Take that dildo out of your cunt baby and let the nice man see a bit of what's inside you, the dark place, the wet and warm place." She looked straight at me as she pulled her pussy lips apart, fingered. I watched as he cornered her, wildly slamming his cock into Tide's backside. Finally he must've compromised her honeypot. He hovered over Tide as the back half of his body began thrusting into her. Even Brenda turned to watch, moaning as she watch her precious pregnant puppy getting violently fucked again by the father of her pups. Brenda fell to the floor, signaling me to mimic Sammy and ensure that she was going to give birth this year. I climbed off the sofa and straddled Brenda. Her pussy.