And there was my art. Fucking went with my art.“I’ll take you home and fuck you if you let me paint you,” I answered.“You want to paint me?”...Juliet said with a little gasp. I could tell that the idea of this was even more arousing to her than my poetry was.“Yes, in every way,” I answered.Juliet was quite surprised when she later learned what “in every way” meant, but she was so aroused and curious that she didn’t hesitate in the least. She merely rose from the table, without another glance at. As always, Alyssa said nothing.I pushed my cock into her warm, wet pussy.I heard Chris shout, “More cum for your ass!”I slowly fucked Alyssa, staring into her face still flushed from her orgasm.“Look at me,” I said.I really enjoyed watching her eyes as I thrust in her pussy. I knew I would last a good while which made me glad.“I think I love you,” I whispered.She shook her head. “No, I’m not your girlfriend.”“I don’t care.”Alyssa stayed silent.I heard slurping sounds so I think Abbie was. He laughed and she followed suit for reasons she didn't really comprehend. She just felt happy.He dropped her hand reluctantly then nodded faintly and stepped back and away. "We must be off. Hope you'll forgive me and Barkley. Must be off to class. My pleasure, Catalina." Katherine," she whispered as she removed her shades, watching after him as they disappeared around the corner, up the hill toward the campus. It was over a year now since the divorce. Katherine was somewhat lucky one could. ‘What do you want to do tonight?’ I wonder aloud. ‘Oh, I don’t care’ she replies. ‘As long as there’s lots of dick and fingers and tongues involved’ she says playtfully. No agument from me there…little does she know what I am considering. All of the aforementioned, but with the addition of her virgin asshole thrown into the mix for good measure. We’ve never really discussed me penetrating her ass, although my butt was very familiar with her fingers at this point in our relationship. It never.