I was able to because I felt safe. I’m so grateful that you’re letting me do this, that you’re letting me help you capture an intimate moment fo... a woman. Dusty’s my best friend. I want to share this with him too. But you’re the artist. It’s your call.”Dad searched my face. He looked over at Dusty and then back at me. I wondered who would decide: my father or the artist.“Alright, he can stay. But I reserve the right to stop the session or have him leave. Understand?”“Of course, Dad. You’re the. Isqueezed a liberal amount over my hand and my penis,and instantly my strokes felt more intense andintimate, more like a tight and well-lubricated vagina.I imagined that it was my penis that was inside of her,that it was my body moving over hers.I looked back across into the couples room and sawthat she was watching me again. Her mouth was open andher breathing was quick and shallow. Without breakingeye contact with me, she said something in Italian toher partner. Immediately he ceased his. Clare was accustomed to large black cocks and wasnot as sore as her married, but innocent friend. She grinned as shethought of making Nick a cuckold. While she was here this week, shedecided to make it her goal to see how many different cocks she couldarrange to screw Alison. After all, Clare loved screwing as much as anyman, and did not see any reason for Alison to go through life feelingdifferently.Just before they reached Nick and Alison's apartment, Alison began tocry. Clare fished a napkin. Grad students aren't paid a lot, even successful ones that helped on a breakthrough project. Universities are fickle beasts.In the morning I went out for my morning run, dodging all the other cardio-freaks out for their share of early morning pain. Soon I was done, or done in, and headed home for a shower and change. I had some ideas about the suit that I wanted to pursue. Hopefully it had some patterns loaded into it to facilitate its function as a survival suit. I wondered what patterns were.