”Mum picked up my sketchpad and looked at the picture.I bit my lip and cuddled Angie while I waited for Mum’s comments.“It’s good to see you e...perimenting with mixing your mediums,” she said. “It’s important to keep trying new things. I like the way you’ve done it in a way that makes use of the differences in the two media to convey something about the image. Too many artists just combine things because they can. In this one, you might have overdone the silver paint. The lightning overwhelms. Catherine grasped the stag's antlers with both hands, clinging to his rack, both so that those pointed prongs would not gore her--and also so that she could drag his head into her groin.The stag bellowed, his haunches lurched and his flanks heaved. His tongue shot out and lapped upwards, just as it had lapped at the salt lick. The horny beast tasted Catherine's own salty lick with a long, fluttering stroke.His hot breath steamed into her open cunthole and Catherine gasped and moaned. The beast. All of this took all morning, so I released everybody to go home for lunch with instructions to meet at the park in two hours for the first drill with marching and the use of the pike. That had everybody excited as they hurried off to eat. I knew that some of them would be late in getting back to the park, but I intended to make allowances for the first day. However, I was going to tighten up my demands as we progressed with the training. I was building what amounted to a guerilla army, and. Before too long I felt him start to swell up with that extra hardness right before a man shoots and then he shot a big, thick load of hot cream into my mouth. He was moaning pretty loudly by the time he shot and I heard one of the other doors open. I got up and walked around to see who else was there. The door to the booth was open just about 3 inches allowing me to see the man inside pretty well. Damn! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this big, tall and husky Hispanic guy standing.