He glances at my hands now stroking the sculpture and he smiles again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I start to warm in spite of my soft sundress...flowing loosely around me.My glittering Italian sandals catch on the floor as I step back, tripping me. The Artist catches me before I fall, pulling me tightly into his arms. I feel the pulse of electricity between us as I straighten up and put my hands to his hard chest. He smells divine. Like leather, musk and man.I look up, beneath my long. Ahhh fuck you Qasim… I heard Saleem shout, here I CUM. I always wanted to but never had the nerves to taste even my own CUM and now almost sure he was going to shoot his balls juices in my mouth, I wanted to get my mouth off his cock but NO! Icannot say for sure it was Saleem’s grip on my head or I did not really try to get away quick but for sure, next second a gush of very warm CUM was hitting the back of my throat. My drenched tonsils were pushed down and sideways making the divine nectar. Aunt April was facing the door with her miraculous ass in full view. The sight alone, made my cock twitch in excitement glistening with precum. My mother brushed my hair back and softly kissed my forehead then paused and smiled at me. She moved in again, this time kissing my cheek then gazed into my eyes. We lost ourselves in each other’s eyes, abandoning all our inhibitions. Her face apprehensively approached me. Our eyes closed while my heart raced as her lips pressed against mine. We held. So maybe I said something like why not meet me behind the Wal-Mart like old times—I’m way better than that fat husband of yours. And she does this and gives me a kick in the chins.’ ‘OMG, you realize the complaint she’s going to file,’ Kate said. ‘Never gonna happen, not with you here,’ he said. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘She’s Denny’s cousin. He built that restaurant for her husband and the Ski Center for her, but that’s just by the way. The Morgans all stick together. Black, white, and.