"You'll eat those words after you meet him. For what it's worth Albright's is sponsoring his first one-man show next month. His paintings will average...over $10,000 each." I thought you said he didn't care about money." He doesn't. Sandy and Nicole talked him into showing his work. Because he can't stand to part with one of his paintings, he paints two of each scene so he can sell one and keep the other. He did three paintings of Boston Harbor, so he could give me that one as a gift. In a moment. Now Mary was our closest neighbor and my mother's best friend she was forty something never been married but had countless boy friends. Mary was riding her bicycle and had worked up a sweat in the quarter mile between the farms. As Mary stopped to talk to me it was plain as day Mary wasn't wearing a bra her nipples threatened to poke through the fabric of her tank top. God how i wanted to get my hands on those big jugs just thinking this made my cock hard as steel. Mary was wearing short shorts. The tears begin to come unabated, and she just let them fall. She didn't care. It is too late to care. There is so much she had wanted to do with her life, " Fuck me to death!" She pleaded between sobs, no longer caring. In an instant, her entire being is consumed by what is without question the most powerful climax of her life. No longer is she silent: she screams, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more like a. She would know how to handle it.It was close to lunchtime by the time that Jenny got a minute free to call Michael. She asked her how the rest of the evening with Tim went."Unbelievable," she answered excitedly. "He is truly a gem." So he survived?" Jenny laughed."Just barely," Michael returned. "So how did your weekend go with Bob?"Jenny took a deep breath and sighed contentedly."That good huh?" Michael laughed."Better. But that's what I wanted to talk to you about." In love?" she asked."How.