Now, however, she seemed to be putting the question to the villagers. From in back came the word … the name … see-leen-a … Celina. It was repeat...d and repeated from the outside to the middle of the crowd where I was standing before the women.She looked out over the crowd, then turned to me with her hands raised for quiet, again.“They seem to think, or wish to think, that you are our beloved Celina. Celina … is a story that has been passed down from mother to daughter over generations and. In a minute, I took my hand away asking, "Is that better?" Oh, yes, stand over there by the window, maybe sideways," she asked as I got up and stood by the window into her backyard."My, that's certainly erotic. When I was an art major they never let the model be aroused, especially after that one time. This is much nicer," she said as her pencil flew across the pad. "This is more how a man should be depicted."Another minute or two went by and she showed me the latest sketch. I don't think I. ”“What about your little boyfriend Matt?”“I think he’s getting a little tired of me.”“What if he isn’t?”“I think I’d rather be with you anyhow.”“Well, Lynn, let’s see how you feel about that later tonight or tomorrow morning.”With that, Nicole began kissing me. I kissed her back enthusiastically. We sat kissing for the longest time. I wanted more of course, but I didn’t want to rush things and upset her and maybe make her send me on my way. Nicole stroked my body, mostly back, arms, and ass, so. I could feel my underpants getwet with pre-cum.She said, "Ooooh, what do we have here, I do so love a hard cock on guyespecially when I have caused it. "Awhile later a lady came into the room and Candy jumped up and did a deepcurtsey.I also stood up and introduced myself, saying, "Hello Ms. Vanderbilt, I'mKenny Herbert, I've come about the garden job," as I extended my hand ingreeting.Ms. Vanderbilt was a tall woman with auburn hair; she was dressed in ared skirt and white lacy blouse. Her.