Art is life and life, art. You must live what you paint. Artists are not observers, they must participate in life, live it to the fullest. Only then c...n they bring true life to the canvas!"Mioki was spellbound. This man's voice was so powerful, his eyes so compelling, his thoughts those of someone who had experienced life to the fullest, his soul so full of passion.How little did she know."So, tomorrow we begin. I will arrange for a model and you will begin to explore the wonder and beauty of. She felt his cock enter her pussy and lunge into it deeply. It was strange having two things inside her like that, but she liked it. A part of her felt like she was being treated like a little slut, like a bad girl who needed punishment. Another part of her felt like a school girl being taught dirty, new things. He started to move in and out of her tight pussy, stretching the walls out.She was able to take even more of him after a few more movements, her body getting used to the largeness of. I sat on my bike for awhile, not knowing what to do, feeling upset too sleep, I looked around and noticed an old bike cover in the far corner. removing the dusty sheet there was a battered, dusty old Suzuki GSX750 (1997-2002). I pulled it into the middle of the room and desided it was time for some TLC. I went to my bech picked up my tool box and set to work. It was like this for a few days, work through the day, and the odd shifts and the Minx, and all the evening spent work on my bike. I. Down my throat, he went. He was taking this very well. He has letting his guy friend suck his dick while I was dressed like a slutty girl. I sucked and stroked him off for a good 45 minutes to an hour. I need to feel his hands touching more of my body. So I stood up and placed my back against his body so I could shake and rub my ass on his cock. He reached around and pulled me tighter to him. He was getting more and more into things and not caring that he was feeling his friend’s body and.