..” I thought of my art supplies and my morning ritual of painting. Then I thought of the fact that I hadn’t painted this morning. It was confusin....“When you stay with me, you can bring a drawing pad and colored pencils,” Annette said, immediately identifying the source of my hesitance.“What a good idea, Annette,” Dad said. “You know, looking at morning art is as much a ritual for me as painting it is for Arthur.”“I know there is a sense of newness and awe in your relationship right now,” Mom. The head of my cock spread open the tiny opening of her cervix, and I fucked my way right into her uterus. That was a turn on for me, and as I felt her having her next orgasm (I lost count), I started to feel the cum rising. Since many girls were not on birth control, I asked her if it was OK to cum inside of her, and she croaked out how much she wanted to feel that. I leaned down and sucked in one of her nipples as my cock erupted deep inside of her. I was no longer taking long strokes,. "Huh!" Hunter stuttered as Ramon picked him up. "What are you doing?" Giving your feet a break, and I'm thinking you can't navigate where I'mtaking you in those heels," said Ramon, veering off a path and carryinghim as he clung to his neck.Ramon pushed away some big palm leaves with his left hand while holdingHunter in his right as they had ducked behind some shrubbery, weavingthrough the brush. When they emerged, Hunter was suddenly being carriedup a rocky hill and then he looked out, seeing. Within maybe 2 minutes the guy suddenly kneels down and puts his cock right under the wall where I can clearly see it - even touch it!I must have been afraid he would withdraw it too soon as I took no more than 10 seconds to start gently carressing his thick, 15cm cock with my soft boy hands. I wanted to see it cum...really bad, as if under a spell. I created a pool of saliva and started massaging his monster faster and faster with trembling hands - trembling with the excitement of seeing.