“You have something for me?” she said. She spoke perfect English through a thick Italian accent.“Yes, it’s here. It’s hardly left my side fo... two weeks.”“We will take care of it. Don’t worry.”“Thank you, it means so much to me for you to do this.”“You know the odds against it being a Michelangelo…”“Are a million to one, yes. But when you see…”“I’m not an expert in art, but I hope for you that is one.”I unwrapped the painting and placed it on the heavy wooden table where she was working. She. "Ah okay" Charlie said "She is normally home by now, I occasionally hear her come in, walls around here are paper thin."The woman checked her phone and read what Charlie presumed to be a text message, her face dropped as she read the message. "Are you okay?" Charlie asked. "No, no not really no." The woman replied in a rather frustrated tone. "My sister has decided to only just tell me that she is staying at her boyfriend's house this weekend". There was a level of anger forming across the. Smith to inform him that the car had arrived and was ready. Mr. Smith said he and Karen would be in later that evening around 6:00 p.m. Jim got the paperwork ready to make the delivery a quick and seamless experience. I was excited that I was working that night and would get the opportunity to see Karen again.It seemed like 6:00 p.m. would not arrive fast enough. I kept fantasizing about what Karen might be wearing and naturally I hoped she would be in a dress, heels and pantyhose. At around. The rich taste of your creamy pussy tingles along my tongue from last night. I can still smell and taste it. I grasp my shaft with my right hand and stroke it slowly. The foreskin of my cock slides up and down on the engorged purple knob and makes me shiver in delight. I use my left hand to push between my legs and massage my balls slowly as I start to jerk my cock slowly and firmly. Visions of your lovely ass, the dark deep cleft between your cheeks pass through my mind as my hand moved faster.