You develop a feel for those kind of things.’ ‘Make me feel it,’ she whimpered again, melting me with her alluring eyes. I stepped behind the ...tool, taking her hand in mine to lead it. She leaned against me ever so slightly, it took my breath away for a moment to feel the intimacy and closeness of the pose. We dipped the brush together, and I led her through removing the excess paint from the brush before we approached the canvas for a few gentle practice strokes. ‘Now, a light touch is all. ”Automatically, I walked into the kitchen, opened the pantry and pulled out two packages of soft, cotton cord. Tearing them open as I went, I headed up the stairs toward my bedroom. Briefly, I detoured into my office across the hall to grab my digital camera.“Where are you going?” she called out.“Keep your shirt on,” I said, apparently louder than I intended.“Too late,” she replied, laughing, as I walked out of the office and across the hall to the bedroom.There she was, sitting on my bed,. Stephanie glides up until her clit reaches the tip of my cock. She starts to grind her pussy, each upward motion dousing my member with her juices. I squeeze her bottom and she grinds harder, her moans becoming louder. She leans forward, trying to kiss me on the lips but I grab her hair and force her head back. “Cum Sluts don't get kisses, got it?” I bark at her. “Yes, daddy.” Stephanie mutters. She picks up the pace until I can see her clit swelling, aching for some release. I place my hands. Joan said to me dear what a nice surprise to see you here.How long are you staying. I said Joan I thought of you all this time and decided to come downfor a few days.Joan was all smiles, but I could tell that it really screwed her time with the girls.While Joan was all rushy for awhile and said she needed to go to the market for more food now that I was here.Joan was gone for a few hours and when she came back I had opened a bottle of wine her favorite.Also spiked and soon she to was the next.