She had her messy painting clothes on and she’d simply collapsed on the mattress and pulled the old blanket over the top of her.Three easels stood l...ned up – each with a canvas sitting on them. I walked over to look at what she’d done and snorted. All three had clearly been painted on but then coated over with a layer of whitewash. All that work and she’d ended up with precisely nothing.“Wow! Mum!” I said softly to my sleeping mother. “Picasso must be shaking in his boots. He had his blue. Prima che andasse in menopausa e la nostra vita sessuale era ancora piena ed appagante più volte nei momenti più intimi ci confessavamo le nostre fantasie ed io le avevo confidato che mi sarebbe piaciuto sperimentare cose nuove magari coinvolgendo una terza persona , un altro uomo od un'altra donna oppure una coppia.Lei ha sempre dimostrato di non condividere queste mie fantasie.Anche lei aveva fantasie ma tutte che restavano nel rapporto di coppia e per lo più pur rispettando le tendenze. ’ She led me to the living room and I sank down into a comfortable leather chair while she pressed an intercom button next to the door and ordered iced tea. That done, she sat in a seat that let us have a good view of each other and crossed her legs at the ankle. Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and wariness. ‘Eddie’s not here, I’m afraid,’ she said. ‘He’s giving a statement to the Sheriff’s Department about the awards dinner last night.’ ‘That’s actually what I’m here about. I wanted. Her muscles were starting to give, and her insides were sensitive and full, blood rushing, before she finally started to beg. “Please Gideon. Please.” “Please what?” He asked, pushing the ball into her yet again, this time leaving his finger inside of her, pushing the ball deep.Aurora whimpered, pushing again, feeling her muscles tighten against the ball, against him. “Please, it’s torture.” She pleaded again, letting out a soft moan of relief and then anguish as the ball again pressed out, and.