”Lyn grins, “It’s a good thing many of the classes count toward a lot of the diplomas I’m after.” The other two nod their agreement in reply...The College Christmas Breakfast arrives, and it’s a great hit again.An Odd VisitorThe day after Christmas Lyn and Nancy go to Stockbridge to spend the next ten days with Mary-Jo and family. They’ll return to college late on the Sunday the fifth of January.On the last Saturday in December they’re at the gun club for practice when Gunny brings a man over to. She has small hands, so I doubt she will be able to get her hand around it.I can sense one of Sarah’s hands stroking his huge shaft while she has the other hand behind my head urging my tongue into her pussy. It is a huge turn on.“After I bring Sarah to orgasm six times, she is your plaything. Tell both of us what you would like to do with her. I want to watch everything though. And I am going to masturbate while I watch.”“Or Sarah can tell us what she wants you do to her. She is an exciting. I sat down on the bed and started going through them. They were a mixture of normal small child line drawings and copies of a number of famous paintings. I saw what were undeniably the melting clocks of Dali, and a very good rendering of Whistler's Mother, among others. I was impressed. The kid had a lot of raw talent. I pulled out an exceptional rendering of M.C. Escher's Drawing Hands. I had no doubt it was better than what I could do, if I had the patience to sit and copy something like that. You look at his face, you can see the pain subside. One minute. Two minutes. An angel walks through the room. “Ready for more?” I ask. He nods. I’m just putting a bit more pressure on my cock. Nothing special, nothing moves for a while. “Contract your muscles, then decontract,” I tell him. He does it, I can feel it. All of a sudden, I’m an inch deeper. “Yeah,” he groans. “The pain will turn into lust if you let it,” I say. “Yeah,” he groans. Another inch. No yelling this time, just.