This also meant he had lots of time to think about the four women, or more correctly three women and one girl that he had to choose between. Each had ...trong points and definite attraction, but also some not so strong. But, he guessed, that was always the case. No one is perfect, except me of course, he laughed to himself.The more he thought about it though he could see some problems with Helen, being mistaken for his daughter and raising some eyebrows when people found out he was sleeping with. My husband looked at me, still unawares as to what I was doing or showing this stranger, 'What', he started to say, but I put me finger to his lips and shushed him.'Don't look around', I said quietly, 'there is a man looking at me, and he is stroking himself', I said thickly.My husband looked at me with a fixed gaze, then his eyes traversed the short distance down to my indecent pose, 'Your panties', I smiled wickedly, 'he can see everything', I murmured, as if terrified the stranger would hear. ” I turned my most recent sketch to face her. It was a view looking across her meridian to the inside of her breast. “Wow. I have to tell you, that’s um ... a lot nicer than what I see when I look in the mirror. I’d like to pose for other body parts if you decide to do more. Just so I can see myself take shape through your eyes.”I couldn’t draw all weekend. I had homework and reading to do just like everyone else. We were still in the survey portion of the painting class where we were. Marcie secretly hoped Kathy would climax before Tundra had a chance to shoot. It would be the same as it had been with the dog!"Fuck me..."It went very quickly. Marcie tightened her fingers around Tundra's long, fat prick, guiding the pulpy black cockhead forward until it pressed against Kathy's pussy-lips. The horse held steady, letting Marcie do most of the work for him. His legs tensed, shaking violently as the cockhead fucked into the young girl's wet cunt.Kathy's arms spasmed, then fell.