I ... Uh ... Maybe you could roll to your side? No. The other side,” I said as she moved.“I can’t ... um ... open my legs in this position.”�...Jasmine, I’m not going to paint a picture of just your pussy. God! That would be a whole subject by itself. This is a figure painting. I’m going to spend as much time on painting your face as your breasts. I think. I mean...”“I’m such a dope! I don’t have any idea what I’m doing!”“Neither do I,” I said. We looked at each other and both started. This is being posted as chapter 22 because I figure out to post it as part two. Thanks for your patience. I am still working with markf52 as editor of my stories. If you have read every chapter you may have noticed a change in the way I write and tell the stories. Most of these changes are per his recommendations. Thanks Mark for your encouragement and guidence.I could tell mother was smiling when she said, “Call it a mother’s intuition. If he is going to meet with the judge, I want him, his. I don’t know how long we had been lying there like this but I woke up confused with the a hand shaking me. I opened my eyes and there was torch light bathing our bodies, mostly my friend’s body! I looked down at her body. One of her feet was down on the ground and the other next to mine, which meant her legs were wide, wider open. I saw a thick line of cum all over her cunt, tummy and tits. I looked up and the owner of the voice was looking down at us and clearly telling us that we were not. ” She panted at him and felt his previous rhythm return. “Yes.” Helen said walking to stand behind him. “Slower. Harder. Deeper.”She instructed as she slid her hands around his waist unfastening his pants as he thrust. She drew down his pants and boxers in one fluid crouch, leaving her looking up at a flexing athletic ass, the cheeks clenching tight as the thick sheaved shaft slowly disappeared and reappeared in the dark shadow of Sue’s panties, his balls swinging slightly with the back and.