It’s a labor of love,” he responded almost dreamily. “Oh, I love New York. I’m in Las Vegas,” she shared sitting on her now very clean toi...et seat in Cincinnati. “I love New York, too. I’m a New Yorker born and raised. I couldn’t live anywhere else,” he agreed. “Wow, that renovation must be so amazing! I love working around the house myself,” she quipped, spraying glass cleaner on the bathroom mirror. “My house has never looked better since I started working from home. What are you. The old man jerked his body and made a grunting sound. As his fingers slithered from her, he wiped them on the hair between her legs, spreading stringy wetness through the tight curls and across her naked thighs. As he stepped back, she slid the hand not supporting her weight to replace his between her legs. Her fingers disappeared inside her and she continued to thrust her thighs and whimper. For the first time, the old man noticed the artist standing, watching. He looked cowed for a moment. He pulls me closer, his ardour apparent against my thigh. I drop a hand and feel him through his trousers. "Uh huh", he says, stepping away and taking his thickening cock away from my grasp. I look disappointed. "Slowly", he says, his eyes sparkle. He takes the spaghetti straps of my ball-gown off my shoulders, kissing the skin as he turns me around. His lips press gently to my neck, up the nape to the hairline, then back down, deliciously soft, his breath warm on my skin. I sense his fingers. You throw the shirt away and proceed with the undressing of the beautiful woman in front of you. You unclasp her bra and it quickly falls to the ground. Instead of moving her around so you can see her perfect breasts, you continue undressing her. Your hands move around her waist to unbutton and unzip her trousers. Although it’s difficult, you manage to do so and slide her trousers down her nice butt and slim, beautiful legs. She steps out of them and you then move her panties down. She steps.