. Have you... found out anything yet?"He was laughing. "Your artist friend is a specialist, Catherine. As is the entire gallery in question." A specia...... specialist... Oh... What do you mmmmooohhh, Goddd... W... what do you mean?" Catherine? Are you okay?" Yes... Just... just go on." It was hard, so very hard, but she slowed down the wiggling, wriggling action of her fingers, so she could stay with the conversation."Okay. It's like this: The entire art market has become more and more. It might even end in a slap fight, because he'd want to slap the shit out of you," I theorized, standing up and putting my hand out.He took it, and we both climbed back on the bed, but I had him sit towards the end of the bed. "You need to relax, so lean back on the wall, and let this MILF ride you," I suggested, snagging his rod."Oh, I'd love that, Katrina," he let out just before it sought shelter inside my twat, and he grabbed my thighs too."I know your jizz is all over them, but feel free. Her parents seemed worn out. They had never believed Dan was as big a threat as Rose said. It must’ve been a rude, rude awakening for them when they received that terrible phone call in the middle of the night-that call all parents dread.A few minutes later I glanced at Rose. She’d fallen asleep. Some color had touched her cheeks, thank God, so she finally looked alive and semi-well to me. I checked the monitors from time to time, sometimes becoming entranced with her pulse. Sadly Rose looked. I stopped and offered him a ride, as I was driving out of downtown to home about half hour to 45 mins away. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was young, well built, with perky pecs and hard nipples from the cold, dripping wet T-shirt, he had a nice bulge in those tight wet jeans. As we drove off, he commented on me being shirtless and said that he felt really uncomfortable in his wet clothes, did I mind if he took off the wet T-shirt.