''''Pull the skin down Mrs. M.''When I pulled the skin down his black dick head was exposed, some white cream was oozing out of his large piss hole, i... was oozing out in a thick white goo. I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing it down towards his huge black weapon. The manly smell was intoxicating and raw.''Yeah baby suck that dick, lick around the head, mmm, yeah baby suck it, lick the shaft down to my balls, bet you feel dirty licking my dick huh baby, huh Mrs. M?''God his pre cum. I knew this artist. Or at least his work. I hadn't come far down the hallway when I heard footsteps. I looked up from the paintings, suddenly acutely aware that I was in another person's house. I shrank back towards the door and my hand went into my pocket with the pepper spray. A man came into view. Longish hair. Glasses. Slight and pale, like he'd been inside too long. He was in his forties, maybe twenty years older than me. "Am I trespassing?" I asked softly. "No," he said. "I invited you. Her hand left my chin and covered her mouth as I grimaced from the shock. My legs tried to close but quivered instead. My butthole clamped tight and I screamed in pain.“Oops” she muttered, “Too late.” and turned away from me.“Fuck me!” I cursed, now furious, and tried the new Darling technique, blowing air on my dick.She looked back at me after hearing my puffs of air with an annoyed glare.“Stop that” she chastised, “You look ridiculous.” and brought her hand to her own chin, “Bertha you say?”. "That more or less got the conversational ball rolling at the dinner table, and it took no time at all for the questions to start hitting areas we'd avoided up to now."Andy, I don't remember Cor saying. Are you an MIT student too?" T.C. Asked."No actually, I'm about two months away from my Master's in Science, Technology and Public Policy at Harvard's John F. Kennedy School of government." I answered. Phew! Good so far."Oh!" Mrs. Caldwell said. "Where did you meet?" On the MIT campus. In front.