Suzanne realized that she and Ruth Burnside, each in her own way, had been instrumental in bringing out Wendy’s talent. Suzanne had opened the door ...or Wendy by letting her know that her art belonged outside of the folder she carried around with her a year ago, but it was Burnside who had given Wendy the experiences that made her art real. Wendy’s art had an intensity about it that was 100% genuine. The pictures flowed freely out of Wendy’s brain and her hands, she did not have to force herself. "Do you find me attractive Kenny?" You are beautiful Marcia. I thought so even before you lost weight, but now you are spectacular."The nude woman sat beside the trembling young man on his bed. "Take your shirt off Kenny and lean back, let me treat you the way you should be treated. Relax honey, this won't hurt a bit."Marcia knew that she would have to get the overexcited young man off first, and she thought that a blowjob may be pushing things a bit far for the first night. Maybe Marta could. I try not to collapse on top of you as we fuck like animals. Your fingers dig into my pale skin and I moan, eager to see what bruises you leave on me. I lean down and kiss you hard, biting your lip as I whimper and cry out, desperately trying to keep from cumming. You grab me by my hair so I look at you. ‘Don’t you fucking hold back. Give it to me.’ Those words alone push me over the edge as I scream, cumming hard, my tight cunt spasming on your cock as you pull me down on you, hard, emptying. He continued to undress Heather through his sunglasses. He unbuttoned his linen shirt and showed an athletic chest and abdomen, perhaps a few years removed from his prime, but still very impressive.We were enjoying the sun, a few beers, and each other’s company. Telling stories, sharing experiences and even telling a few bad jokes. The talk became slightly flirtatious with Will complimenting Heather on her choice of swimwear… more than once. I had a nice buzz, so I figured it was probably time.