Susan said she was in heaven and she had come, again and again, she could not believe that Marion had never done this before. She had screamed out lou..., bucked and jumped as she had felt so wild.She sucked Marion's palm and cried tears of joy onto the photographs. She had found utopia and little did she know that the best was still to come. Susan and Marion had lain on the bed spent but had felt as contented as they had ever been. Marion kissed Susan full on her lips and Susan kissed her back. I came in through the garage and slipped up the back stairs. I did peek down into the living room as I walked down to my room but it was empty. When I got to my room I found the negatives, I was looking for, and I walked over to John and Beth's house.I went into the darkroom, turned on the outside light, and locked the door. I went through the two rolls and made some 5 x 7 prints. I developed them and then when I found the few I was looking for; I blew them up into 10 x 14 prints. I hung them. And see for herself that her son was sliding his hand up and down his thick cock, and or Jennifer to know that all these years her son Jon had been drooling over the thought of her, of her pussy, of her getting fucked by every guy in town. Know that her son Jon had licked every inch of her dildos and that he’d pray each time that they might still be slick with her pussy or streaked with her anus. All these thought over came Jon as he sat in the bathroom, sat in a warm but cooling puddle of his. The painting depicted three black men totally naked sitting on a park bench. Two of the men had black penises, but the one in the middle had a pink penis. The curator of the gallery realized they were having trouble interpreting the painting, and offered his assessment. He went on for over half an hour, explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of black men in a predominately white, patriarchal society. ‘In fact, ‘ he pointed out, ‘some serious critics believe that the pink penis also.