Elizabeth and I flashed our passes at the attendant on the door and we joined the throng. The majority were guests of the auction house and a Who’s ...ho of the art world. The main viewing gallery had been seated out and already there was standing room only with TV cameras around the outside and microphones erected near the front. There at the front, with pride of place was our painting. It was on an easel, with a back drop of black velvet and behind that, a large purple screen, with the. I began using it by rubbing it right above her pussy, the spot right between her bellybutton and where the crop of her pussy hairs began. Rising up on my right elbow I began french kissing her rubbing her up and down with the entire shaft of the dildo. Lying back beside her I slowly entered the dildo into her as she let out a surprising and satisfying moan and as pushed it into her deeper she sucked her breath and began to match each of my strokes with more moans. As I my strokes became faster. It was obvious that it didn't open and was actually a picture window, but it did have divided lights, and it's "blast door" as I'd come to call the steel covers, seemed to come up from below, even though I didn't know how.Around at the front I now had a full-length front porch, it looked to be about ten feet wide, and a porch swing was hanging near its end. Another big picture window had been added also.There was another window on the bedroom end of the house too, but it didn't go all the way. It was one thing to let her give him oral pleasure, but to enter her seemed altogether more sinful and his conscience told him it wasn’t yet too late.The sight of her inviting wet peach of a pussy was simply more than he could bear though, and betraying himself once more, he guided his length inside her, entering with ease. She let out a slow sigh as he pushed in his eight inches and smiled at him, whispering “Oh Father…you feel so good inside me….now fuck me….”. Her face looked serious and.