We chatted a little longer, and I knew that he was just concerned about my welfare. I loved that about him. Firstly, he trusted me and, secondly, he d...dn’t think I would ever stray. Oh well.I continued to charge my phone at work. It was difficult to concentrate on my job, as I kept thinking back to the amazing sex that I had the night before. I had cheated on my husband with a man that I’d just met. I’d gotten away with it, and I felt attractive and as sexy as hell.After work, I returned to the. I definitely wanted to take both of them.I understand that old fashioned artists used to stretch canvas on a frame, size it, gesso, wait for it to dry thoroughly, and paint. It takes a lot of skill and precision to build a frame to stretch the canvas on. It needs to be perfectly square at the corners. Some classic artists would use the same frame over and over by waiting for their painting to cure and then removing it from the frame, rolling it up, and stretching a new canvas.Of course, now you. . remain silent until I finish!"Pietor stared into the old man's blazing eyes, sunken so deeply into his emaciated, sallow face. He forced himself to be calm. He dare not waste these precious moments. He dare not miss a single word."Thank you, Pietor. Please ask the nurse to leave us alone for a moment."After much protest, Pietor was forced to escort the nurse from the room and lock the door behind him. He returned to Viktor's side."My son, I must hasten. She told me of a terrible vision, and. A. damn. fine. looking. woman!"With just those eighteen swats, Becky's ass was as red as her hair. Will's lap was soaked, too! Her pussy was running like a faucet! He threw her on the bed and yelled at Carrie."Hold our beautiful wife's arms for me, lover. I'm about to fuck her silly, and I'd like to be in one piece when I'm done!"Carrie obeyed as never before (actually, as she never had), and pinned the other girl's arms above her head as Will started pounding her for all he was worth. Becky.