I lifted her up with my arms under her legs so as to get better access to her pussy she was so light I could have probably picked her up with just one...hand, but this was a great position for both of us so I went to work on her Clit wow was that sensitiveShe was going crazy and was trying to grind her hips into my face, she had her hands on the back of my head and was guiding me just whereshe wanted me to be and talking too, she had a dirty mouth and I was loving every bit of it as was she I. But sleep does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, safe and willing to stay with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his presence. I even savor the soreness of my back, because it represents his commitment to being my partner.Fifteen minutes later, he is still standing there and I am still happily awake, sneaking a quick glance at him every now and again. At last, he makes a very soft satisfied sound and comes back to bed. As the mattress shifts to hold his. Squeezing Prussian blue directly onto it had sent a chill down my spine when I began. Each dollop of paint on my palette knife made the breath catch in my throat as I imagined the sheer scope of disaster that could befall with one misplaced stroke.His head was thrown back. He was in death throes, the expression on his face a cross between pain and pleasure. I worked my way up the canvas, working progressively from foreground to background rather than the typical background forward. A third. Which brought a ripple of laughter from the relaxing pair watching the proceedings from the other side of the room. "Not your little boy mother," said the wife. “ you always got to wank him off whenever , I only got him for 2 weeks, so I think we are even" which brought another ripple of laughter from the gallery.I got on the bed, held my cock away from the vertical and pointed at the old cunt, leaning forward the purple head pushed apart the lips, and I could feel the heat from the old cunt on.