’ He turned his attention to the young man. ‘Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It’s not much, but it’s all I got....Now put that pea shooter away.’ The young man’s hand was shaking and George knew he was scared. George pulled a hundred and fifty dollars out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. ‘I’m not very good at this am I? All. And she said was "don't stop" what you doing; more like a deman.. now my focus shifted from the game to my Mom's obviously very wet pussy.. and my other hand spread the cheeks of her ass as my vibrating hand moved down to her pussy... and clit area.. she'd raised her ass completely off the table.. and was pushing against my hand when she went off again.. and my free hand was working both her very wet pussy and probing her asshole with my wet finger tips..she went off a third time and again very. I can draw or paint, but I'm not so good with words. You were right about everything. His name was Giuseppe Todaro; he is Italian, and he could definitely paint. But his paintings depicted things and ideas; they didn't look like anything real. To me, his paintings were just splashes of color and jagged lines. I couldn't understand his works, but it seems Maria did. His paintings spoke to her on some level that I could never see or understand."She met him at a gallery and asked him if he would. We both know what you were doing as she pointed at the images on the TV Screen." I turned beet red as I was finally able to be pulling up my pants. Tina told me my mom wanted her to stop y to make sure I didn't just spend all day in bed. Tina asked me " So what are we going to do about this? I asked her to please not tell my folks as they would be really upset about it. (May not ever get the chance again to be home alone) I told her that I would do anything she wanted as long as she didn't tell.