”“I’m sorry. I was reading and thinking and dreaming.”“Fine.”“Is Stan dead?”“Yes. I’m finished. It’s very sad.”“Is it? I gue...s so. I would have said bleak.”“Yes.”“But think of ‘The Drover’s Wife.’ The story or the painting. That’s bleak. And lonely. But it’s quite imposing.”“True. And you’re leaving tomorrow?”“Yes. And you?”“I’m staying here for a few more days.”“And then?”“Sydney to ‘do’ the museums and see what’s on.”“Phone me. Leave a message at the Museum and let me know where you. My cock twitched and heaved, shooting a fountain of hot, white, steaming, creamy cum in to this woman I had lusted over for so long.“Fuck, fuck” she cried on every sharp breath“I’m coming”And didn’t I know, her fanny clung tight to my cock, lifting off the bed and her legs gripping around me, she had me wedged tight into her. My cock pumped in time with her fanny muscles filling her up to bursting point. Her pussy lips forming a good seal until now let go, all that air I pumped in to her tight. Jenny was in love with Jason and seemed determined to make him her boyfriend. This was fine, but it left Kara to keep Brad occupied. To her credit, Kara had done her part. Last weekend this consisted of some making out on the couch while Jenny and Jason retreated to a small bedroom in the basement at Jason’s house.After that night Jenny had spared no detail as she replayed everything that had happened for Kara. She told Kara how Jason has taken her top off, played with her breasts and fingered. My hands fought in the towel’s knot, unable to control my body anymore. I started to spasm and twist, feeling my orgasm coming. I started to grind my teeth together; the only thing I was able to hear was my blood pumping in my ears.I was brought back to earth by Jake’s scream. I panted and looked back at him. It was as if he was being tortured, his face was twisted up in what looked like pain. Only I knew better, and I also felt his cum shooting up into my intestines. With this new found lube,.