It’s true that you can learn a lot from him, but every lesson is truly a performance. Even more now that his performances have been transferred to Y...uTube. He was only active for about fifteen years, but because his performances were video-taped and digitized, he continues to instruct and entertain almost twenty-five years after his death.I’d never considered it, but I was as much a performance artist as these two. I’d started painting publicly through Skype conversations with my friends while. Medium brown hair. 5'6". Maybe 5'7".A black one piece bathing suit neatly wrapped an excellent cleavage, large belly, wide hips and an expansive ass that I'd have sold an arm and a leg to rock my cock against.A tattoo of a rose on her ankle, crossed by an ankle bracelet, completed the vision.I was actually sorry to see her sit. Just watching her get into the tub had hardened me considerably.We did the usual small talk thing. Her name was Sara. She was visiting a brother in Bailey. She was just. Right after he said it he looks right at me and says he has never admitted that to another guy. Outside of the ones he had been with. He felt safe around me and knew I wouldn't judge him. In the spirit of the current conversation I too decided to admit a secret. As I've gotten older I find myself having bisexual fantasies. He told me about a couple of his hookups and what his turn ons were. I told him about a few of my fantasies and things I wanted to try if ever given the chance. During the. I moaned into my pillow as he impaled me from behind. This of course being my favorite position I didn’t want this to stop. Then he took himself out of me. I turned around and saw him take off the condom. I hate it when he does this. I said “No” and he slid back inside of me. It always feels so much better when he does this but I was upset. I just moaned “Stop” over and over as he went harder inside me. Part of me wanted him to stop and the other part didn’t want this erotic event to end. I was.