I can tell she is a little tipsy because she is swaying slightly; her eyes are closed with a dreamy look on her face. I put my MP3 player on her so sh... can listen to her favorite tunes while we paint her. Jack paints a halter top on her and I paint a Brazilian style bottom. We trade positions and I paint her ass while he works on her breasts. I can tell when he reaches her nipples because I hear another little moan. She says,"That feels soooo nice. Make sure you cover the nipples really well".I. You Choose! I sit down next to you as we drive around and chat. At first small talk but soon we start talking naughty details. You know I’m an exhibitionist and you know I LOVE sucking dick, but you need to test me somehow. You pull out your cock; you tell me to stroke you until it’s hard. In the meantime you are on the lookout for a trucker on the road. Once you spot one you make it a point to pull up next to him at a red light. I give you some quick road head for the dirty old trucker to see.. Not u*********s, but a sleep so heavy she was impossible to awaken. I had, on a few occasions, hauled her off to bed and, in the morning, she had not questioned how she had gotten there or even asked what had occurred the night before.With my wife now semi-comatose, Cee and I continued chatting. Nothing of consequence as Cee’s own intake of wine had slowed down her own thought process somewhat! A fine sheen of perspiration shone just below her neck, above her blouse.“Oops,” Cee said suddenly,. After the way Hal treated me I didn’t want to trust a man again, on the other hand, I wasn’t made to live like a reclusive nun. Along with this went the thought that if ever I did trust myself to a man again it would be someone like Byron. Everything seemed to so complex, he looking at me in that hungry way and me wanting to feed him. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know what he wanted, I’d seen the obvious signs enough times. That’s one of the advantages or disadvantages, depending how you look at.