”“You know the Saunders family?” I asked. “Tricia is my girlfriend. I painted this as a gift for them both since they both miss her mother so ...uch. I tried to paint it as if her illness had never happened. Like their family should have been.”She nodded and touched the canvas where Janice Saunders was painted. “I can’t take your money for this,” she said. “Janice was one of my oldest friends. This is beautiful. What else did you have to get framed?” She was a little misty-eyed and the drawings I. She lets out a small sigh of pleasure as her eyes close, relaxing under my fingers, that becomes a quiet moan. Cupping my hands to concentrate the heat and massage deep.Licking her lips she whispers, “That really feels delightful.”I slide my palms down to caress her covered breasts, just gently massaging and a little teasing. Her head turns a bit as my wandering hands find tender breasts and she moans, “Oh Daddy.”Her nipples are immediately hard like I had pushed a button to expose them. They. I’m going to take my frustrations out on your cock.”I grabbed his cock, not giving him the time or self-awareness to even try and stop me. His left hand peeled away from it as I grabbed it with my right hand and started to move it up and down.“Feel good – does it?” I asked him as I looked into his eyes.Robert nodded. His lips were quivering and I could see his stomach clenching every now and then as I pulled my hand over his cock.Pre-cum oozed from the tip and I placed the palm of my hand over. I shivered, savoring the hot jizz in me.I blinked.“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as the angry Black woman pounded on the lavatory door again.Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals“What,” I groaned, trembling as I fired the last blast of cum into Donna’s pussy. I was in the first class lavatory trying to breed the black-haired bimbo when the flight attendant, whom I had bribed to look the other way, pounded on the door. “My women?”“They’re ... doing things. Inappropriate things in first class. Sir,.