I was shaken by that experience, but we still had to talk to Robert about the commission. I felt safer being with Jacque, so I calmed down quickly.We...found Robert and he quickly agreed to meet us at his studio to discuss doing a painting for us. While we did not talk about the subject of the work, my mind immediately went to the painting I was looking at with Franklin and was intrigued in reflection that I was aroused by the thought of wanting to be the woman in the painting with the cloaked. I had an idea that I thought would make a good story, but knew I didn't have the skills to write commercially so typed it out on my computer intending family only distribution.I shared it with my eldest son; he suggested I post it on an online site. The story could be read for others for free and I might get some feedback. Though he did suggest I convert to Times New Roman font. I thanked him for his suggestions and made the font change. I didn't even mind the implied criticism.I posted the. I had also had black, straight hair. This person had reddish-brown hair. I raised a hand up and rubbed my head. There was hair there, where I hadn't had much at all for years, but it was closely cropped, and dense. Definitely not the thin limp strands I knew."What the hell is going on?" I said to myself. Nobody answered.Having heard laughing kids somewhere outside while waking up, I figured it wouldn't do to open the tent flaps until I had something on, so I finished reaching for the cargo bag. I was pretty confident I could get us to the promised land though, so I grabbed the condom. I spanked her as gently, mostly as a bit of humor but she said she really liked that. So I spanked her again a few times while I put the condom on my penis. I didn't get to vigorous about it though; the smacks and her moans were a bit loud and like I said. . hotel neighbors. Finally, I turned her around and pulled her ass up. I spread her cheeks and licked her tight hole to lubricate it; she moaned.