”“That’s a shame. I thought the chap—”“—Or lady, of course.”“Lady?”“A lady could easily have painted the picture, don’t you th...nk? ‘NI’ might be Norma Inskip or Naomi Ironsides, for example, and the ‘15’ may simply be the number of paintings she has painted this far.”“Yes, yes, of course. Oh well, I will check out artists with the ‘NI’ initials and see what I can come up with.”“Well, good luck with that. If you find out who the artist is, please let me know, I have several imperfect walls that. I listened as they joked and talked, clowning andcackling like younger girls do? Finally, I heard her friend call her by hername, Haley. Luck was with me, her friends werenext, and they mentioned meeting up at the snack bar after for some cottoncandy and popcorn before they headed to the next haunted house on their listlater. We were next; I had made sure my costumes would be very popular so noone would remember anything out of the ordinary. We headed inside, working ourway through the maze. Sarah moves down next to her daughter and helps her pulls off my boxers. My thick cock springs out . Emily’s eyes get wide looking at it. Sarah pushes her daughters head forward with one hand and takes my cock in her other hand guiding it into our daughter’s mouth. Emily gags and coughs and her mother just keeps encouraging her. Pushing her head down. Telling her how good she is doing . I watch my daughter sober and suck my cock . I look at Sarah who just smiles and says Marry Christmas hunny. Getting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand, getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each time she gasped exclamations in French between orders. After a few minutes, she pushed me back against the sofa and straddled my lap, tugging at my top and telling me to lift my arms up, which I did a.