"Do you model?" he asked. "Not for artists," she said. "You don't like artists?" he asked. "Not tonight," she said. We laughed. "I'll be good," said t...e Dutchman. "Otherwise my wife would kill me." "You only paint your wife," said the best of the artists. "The way you portray her, I bet she'd rather have another model pose for you." The Dutchman made his wife a horror, but a remarkably vibrant horror. The Dutchman told her his address. "You won't remember me," said the princess. "He will," said. It's been a while, I guess.''Me too, Jamie.' They always like to hear that. 'You want I should close the windows maybe, warn the neighbors?' Now she laughed properly, heaved and rolled us over, lay balanced on my chest. My cock was trapped between us and chubby was getting to be an understatement. She noticed and did a slow grind over it.'You never worried about your neighbors in your life, so we might as well give 'em an earful. My ex always used to worry about that sort of thing but I... '. He stood in front of her, the next choice was hers. He cupped her chin and made her green gaze meet his steely grey ones. With the other hand, he undid his belt, softly pulling through the loops of fabric, never breaking eye contact. Everything they did, he needed her to consent to. A faint blush painted her cheeks and she nodded, her pink tongue licking her ruby red lips. He undid his zipper on his jeans, pulling his length out. His gaze told her everything, yet waited for her to give in. The. Her long brunet her was loosely curled and flowed all the way down to her buttocks. Mike noted that he and Victoria were the only ones in the store - or so he thought."Hello, how are you?," Victoria said as he walked in."Hi," Mike responded and proceeded to the video section of the store.Mike had a list of titles a "customer" of his wanted to buy from him at a reduced price. Mike pulled out a garbage bag he had stuffed down his pants and got to work filling it with videos. He did not even try.