I left the studio without cleaning my brushes or my hands, without setting the alarm. I did lock the door. I noticed I still wore my painting smock be...ause the garment made climbing into the truck awkward. I took it off, ripping away a button, and tossed it on the floorboard on the passenger side of the pickup.Something terrible had happened.Was Mom okay? Dad?I'd already lost three of my grandparents. Grace was very close to Grandma Carson. Was Grandmother Carson okay? The last I'd heard she. ”“I don’t know you,” Dan said not wanting to have this discussion.“I know,” Linda said with a sigh. She sagged down in her seat feeling tired. She said, “You think I’m a gold digger.”“I really don’t want to talk about this,” Dan said.Linda got out of her chair and left the room for a few minutes. She came back with a magazine and tossed it at Dan. As he fumbled the catch, she said, “Turn to page 34. You’ll see a picture of me there.”It was a men’s magazine filled with pictures of young naked. He filled me with so much warmth and pleasure. Before I knew it I was climaxing. Then touching his body, feeling his tight ass as he thrusted into me, he came too. To my surprise and pleasure he stayed hard and kept on fucking me.Time seemed to stand still, we were oblivious to anything else as we were intertwined in each other. His touches and kisses were amazing. With him thrusting between my legs, our faces touching, our lips enjoying each others, hands above our heads with our fingers. " Good baby. I love you very much. I am going to go slowly and then when you are ready I am going to take you a little harder."With that, Eric pulled back and gave her a long slow full stroke which was met with a small wince, followed by a pleasure filled moan. Amy thought back to when she was younger. When she was 18, would she have let him do this to her then? Hell yes was the answer. He was everything she had ever wanted and she was for him. She would have let him do anything he wanted to.