Marci grimacing as I finally found my mark and my cock head impaled her tight pussy. " Oh god John... stop....you're hurting me...please...it's too bi......too big," She whimpers when I push my bulbous, purple cock head deeper inside her. Oblivious to her pleas, I hold her hips thrusting into her, my long thick cock filling every inch of her. Her vaginal muscles involuntarily clenching down on the invader. Marci is now consciously clamping down on the invader to prevent further penetration,. " I smiled and said "Have a good time."I noticed that there were several older ladies, well not real old but middle aged ladies still sitting and waiting, talking among themselves. I went to them and introduced myself and got their names.The one that seemed to be the leader said "I have been to the two other classes - if that's what they want to call them - they didn't last a half hour and there was no discussion or any questions. You have stayed over two hours answering questions and giving. She said, "All snake priestesses have green eyes. I understand your confusion, perhaps you understand mine. I have never seen blue eyes."Derwen interjected, "He is Moon Mother's child." I have heard the claims of a white, blue-eyed, wizard that burns ships with fire," Lady Becket answered. "I see now that white skinned and blue eyes are true." I shrugged, not feeding her information."I can assure you, my husband is very real and very capable," Derwen responded, with a challenging tone. I felt. I now have an agent who takes care of exhibitions in other galleries and advertising my work in the media. I have a gallery manager that takes care of sales and moves my works around the country to other galleries and when sold to the owners residence.It had been a long day, I’d woken early inspired after a good sleep and went straight to the studio. I took down my current work and put up a blank canvas. After an hour I had the basics ruffed out on canvas but more importantly I had a better.