The wrongness of the morning jumped at me in a way that could not be ignored. Almost simultaneously, I noted that the signature on the bottoms of the ...aintings was the same, and it dawned on me why I was feeling odd. My wife and I had briefly met the artist when we bought the painting of the cat and the signatures made me think of the pretty, middle-aged artist. I couldn't even begin to say why, but thinking of the artist's pretty face made me realize that I was sore between my legs.The feeling. Once there was a play to be enacted during a function at college. Each class has to present one play for which there was a competition and prizes too. There was a girl’s role in the play, which our class planned to play. The girls of our class declined to take part in the play and to my discomfort everybody forced me to play the girl’s role. I could not refuse. After few days rehearsal the day came for the function and final competition. Though initially I was not comfortable, I found it. Boy was it hot, wet, and good to my hungry cock. Ken was moaning and groaning, as he was getting close to coming in Maggie's mouth. She was really sucking his cock hard as he pumped in and out of her mouth. With a big yell, Ken blew his load and, at the same time, I unloaded into my wife's lovely hot, wet cunt. We all collapsed on the bed. Don was jacking his cock and had got another hard on, so he climbed on to Maggie and slid it into her sloppy, well-fucked cunt. Maggie was quick to respond,. The two building stand just ten to twelve feet apart. All the apartment windows were dark except for one apartment directly across from my room and one floor up. I could see the lights were on when I peeked out of my window between the curtains. The apartment had three windows. The blinds on the two outer windows were up about two feet each and the ones on the middle window were lowered all the way. There was a television on and in the left hand window I could see that someone was sitting on a.