Whenever thinking of Charlotte, Joe would just think of Janeane Garofalo, he always thought that they were incredibly similar. The weeks passed by wi...h Joe and Charlotte meeting 3 times a week to practice on the play. Joe was becoming more and more comfortable around her and always talked and joked with her in school, and the funny thing was that he didn’t even realize he was in love with her but everyone else did. Joe was asked by many people if he liked her and when was he going to ask her. Well after like 30 minutes they stopped fucking her and they went and sat on the chair and my mom got up and just stood there and then the man called her and asked her to sit beside him and soo she sat beside him and he gave her a can of beer and she drank it and after that the gut took the balance of the beer and poured it on her and then one of the guys went out of the room and he came back shortly later with a camera and there they started taking picture with my mom nude and she was giving. This was going to be messy, but I didn’t care. She squeezed my testicles even tighter as she used the flat of her tongue rubbing on the underside of my hard swollen cock. Once again I felt the seed rising, but she slowed right down, so agonisingly slow that the orgasm was only creeping towards the peak. This was agony for me and my head twisted from side to side and my face contorted with the painful slowness of it. The light flicks held it back almost at bay. Every nerve in my body was. Creating something out of nothing. Turning a blank page into brilliance. That’s what I see.”He chuckled.“What?” she asked.“It just reminds me of my favorite painter. Oskar Kokoschka.”“I don’t think I’ve heard of him.”“He’s a German Expressionist. Jonathon actually has a painting of his in the dining room, which blew me away. It must have cost a good piece of dough. But anyway, he coded his work. Used initials referring to whatever drug he had taken while painting. Coffee. Cigarettes. Cocaine..