I have some work to do.”“Painting today?” He patted his palms on his apron, leaving a pair of floury handprints.“Just sketching, I think.”�...A shame. The walls are naked since Marie made off with your oils,” he poured more wine into the pan and whirled around, whisking up a roux in a scorched copper pot just as it began to bubble, “But your exposition. It was a success, yes?”“Um, yeah,” I shrugged tensely, “Something like that.”He whisked faster, “Marie says you found yourself a Medici. He wants. I was stillstraddling her legs but now my wet puss was about even with her chest. Igrabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up exposing myself to her.Carol took the paper and wiped and dabbed at my pussy and legs until theywere dry. I backed off her and then knelt on the floor in front of her.She looked at me with a question in her eyes. I looked over to the toiletpaper and she grabbed some for her and handed it to me. I wiped the wetfrom her lower belly and the top of her thighs. I put my. Thus our lives were filled with work and study. We did take ahoneymoon but we were both virgins, thus our sex together was new andvery exciting and fulfilling albeit perfunctory and largely in themissionary position. I naturally climaxed whenever we coupled, but Isuspected that my pretty bride was not completely satisfied, althoughshe insisted that she was more than content.My supervisor approached me at work one morning and asked if I wouldtake the rest of the day off and return in the. The next memory I do have is realizing that Ian had removed his tongue and fingers from pussy. In fact he had left the couch. I perceived him returning and kneeling between my legs, as he said, “I am going to penetrate you now.” It was at the same time a statement and a question. And once again, I was struck by the formality of his words. He didn’t say “fuck” or “bang” or “screw.” He was simply a gentleman. This time, however, there was no significant pause. True to his word, Ian entered me,.