Your hand rubbed slowly against my need, shattering my reserve. I whimpered and pressed off of the ground, arching into you, unable to control the org...sm. Your breathing grew shallow as you watched the emotions play across my face, my eyes closed tight as fire tore through me. That had always been your favorite moment. Not letting the moment fade, you continued to assault my senses, your hand making love to me so you could watch. The feeling we shared was unlike anything we had shared before as. ’ I can’t quite recall how the conversation went after that. Although by its conclusion I found myself signed up for a hundred pounds worth of life drawing classes. Well verbally anyway. Jesus no wonder Elvira was such a successful artist, me, agreeing to go to art classes! The damned woman could sell coals to Newcastle. Anyway as a result of that conversation, seven-thirty eight the following Tuesday evening found me standing by an easel in one of the classrooms at the local art college.. Mom and I were locked in a kiss as we soaped each other. Her hands were all over my very hard cock while my fingers were busy with her tits and pussy. I dried Mom off first and once completed, kissed her nipples and swollen clit. I could have skipped her drying me but she took a towel and with slow deliberation, began to dry my back. When she moved to my front, she would dry and kiss her way down. She knelt down and gently dried my balls. Talk about multitasking, she took my cock in her mouth. He rammed into her and I felt his butt clench. “Come inside me!” Chrissie cried. “Give it all to me! Fuck meeeeeee!” “Take it out!” I said, bringing up the camera. “Let me see you come!” He ignored me. I watched his hips try to drive deeper with each spurt. Chad collapsed over Chrissie. After a long pause, he eased his cock out of her cunt. I was close enough I could see come leaking from her hole. “Move, Chad, picture,” I said. He obliged by moving to my bed, drops of come dripping from his.