What’s the date you plan to do that one?”“I think we’ll do it the weekend of the twenty-third. None of these models will come into class. The ...hole production will be on video. In fact, I plan to project an image of Poussin’s Bacchanal before a Statue of Pan at the beginning, then fade into my own rendition. From there, we’ll have the figures come to life.”“That sounds incredibly ambitious.”“Uh ... How do you feel about porn?”“I’m not sure what the point of your question is. I’ve nothing. I woke Sarah up at six and started dinner while she showered.As I was stir-frying the veggies, I thought about how strangely everything had gone since that day several weeks earlier when I got a wild hair up my butt and decided to spring an ape from her confinement. What are the chances I'd get hooked up with a genius bonobo and wind up embroiled in an international affair involving high-level politicians, possibly even the President. On top of that, I'd had cross-species sex, fallen in love. Not a dream! Anyways, we lost touch with one another after being almost inseparable for 5yrs.! Then, about 15yrs later. We got in touch and, had a falling out over some past, unresolved, bull-shit! Now, a year on, we've finally decided to get in touch and sort out our issues! Once and for all!! Well, I was going to be in her city for a few days. Taking care of some business with my Security Company. Through social media she had heard about me going to her city. Hence, the letter. She had. “Enjoy the slut.”“She is a slut,” Mark grunted. “Look at my wife pig out on Don's cum.”“Yeah,” Don panted, watching, drinking a bear. “And my wife is just bouncing on your dick.”“Soooo good,” Natalie moaned. “So thick... Oh, I... I... Yes! I'm cumming!”Mark grunted, hips thrusting up, his Black hands holding Natalie's ivory waist. Her tits jiggled as she bounced and thrashed. He grunted, flooding the married woman's cunt with another load of cum. She squealed her delight as he fell back against.