His eyes...fuck those eyes and that mouth I so desperately wanted to kiss. To lose myself in that kiss with this man. To feel his lips on mine, his be...rd scr****g mine, his tongue exploring my mouth...to grip his head in my hands as I kiss this man. Nedless to say I remember being hard the whole time and I he noticed. I joked that he could see my hard on but the true professional I was I wanted to finish this sketch of him. I did and showed him and he smiled that stunning smile. He loved it and. From gloomy to neat, all at once. "Looks like both of us have a new attitude." "Like it?" "Lots better" she whispered. He asked softly "Hey, Matty. Lets go have a bite to eat. I'll meet you outside."He was waiting for her at the curb, leaning against a neat little sportscar. He had on chinos, a short sleeved shirt, and his hair was still wet, but combed carefully. She had short shorts and a tee shirt on. Her brown hair was still wet, but combed back like a man's. As she walked up to him, he. "Michael watched as she walked away. He had intended to do some other things before Cynthia had shown up. Now he decided to just sit here and watch Aria for a while longer. After about thirty minutes of this, Aria left the other children and walked to where he was sitting.She squatted down in front of him and inquired, "Who was that human you were talking with for so long, father?"Michael smiled at her. Of course she had noticed him sitting there with Cynthia for all that time. She had probably. Marisa clawed softly at his chest, trying to encourage him to continue. Jeremy looked down at her and thrust a few more times before pulling out of her mouth. He crawled down to kneel between her legs, hooking one of them over each of his shoulders. He kept his face just above her pussy, looking up over her heaving breasts. "Do you want to cum, baby?" he asked her deviously. Marisa nodded quickly, grabbing his hair. "I asked you a question," Jeremy said, placing his finger at her entrance.