..aahhh.... mmm.... oh.oh...oh...ummm..." I moaned, as I approached a strong orgasm. "Oohh shhiitt, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming.... ewww shhiitt... ahhh..... ahhh.... yeesss!" I screamed as my pussy contracted violently. Mike pushed his cock all the way in and held me tight without moving. My pussy lips opened up and pussy juice suddenly squirted out of me. I arched my back and was thrashing with spasms of pure pleasure. I had most powerful orgasmic explosion of my life. Then slumped as if my. Now the address the deliveryman mentioned came back to him! It was his wife’s old studio address. She was a painter and had rented space in the older storefront for a few years after they had been married; using it as her studio and gallery space. She was known for her watercolors on both a local and national level. She was a much sought-after person for portraits, especially of children for the upper class, hoity toity set. In fact, for quite a number of years after he retired from the Navy,. I knew it and I felt she did as well. We would go slow and let our relationship run its natural course. I could ask for no more.It was eleven in the morning. Mary said, “We had a late breakfast and it is only an hour’s ride. We’ll go along and I’ll make you dinner after we get there. Please, I feel as if I have been away from home too long.” We saddled up.About the time we crossed onto the Pickwell range, we could see a horse coming up fast behind us. It was Joe Arcand coming back from visiting. When another man dressed as a fireman came through a break in the drapes on the other side of the room, I realized that the drapes were for sound control. The fireman had come from another room with the ‘other’ party in it or at least I thought I could hear another party, but with the drapes you could only hear noise when another door was open – and even then it was barely noticeable. I looked at the fireman and saw that he had a mask on below his fire hat. It was then that I realized that none.