“You sold that one, I think?”Again, I nodded, feeling a slight melancholy. The whole point was to make a living off my art. That didn’t mean it ...asn’t sometimes hard to part with it.“Do you ever keep any of them?”I glanced over, studying her as we paused on the road, enjoying the profile of her face… and tits… but mostly her face. The shape of her nose. Her brows. Her mouth. Her chin.“For a while. And then I sell them. Hopefully.”“It looks so different. I mean, from your painting. Like you. I will say this much for her, she was drenching wet when I finally got inside." And you came inside her?" It was more of a comment than a question."Of course. That's what the Free section is all about although it was a little embarrassing. I just couldn't hold it, and shot my wad before she was ready." I can see the attraction. I like it best when you shoot your load into me. It's such a great feeling."Their conversation ended there.Like their friends Jeff and Selma had said, Gail and Grant. I love when he makes me choke on him. It wasn't long before he erupted all in my mouth. I swallowed as much of it as I could, but some still escaped. I used my tongue to lick it all up."Holy fuck, Tori," was all he could say. He sat up and put his dick away.I said, "This is just the beginning, you know," in a slutty voice.We continued driving and I spent the rest of the way telling him all the nasty things I expected him to do to me in the following days, including my plans for the park. I. Well, that’s not exactly true. After my wife left for work in the morning I did think about what it would be like to have two hot teenage girls in bed with me, but sometimes even masturbation doesn’t work anymore, so my mind quickly abandoned that line of thinking before it could turn into chafed skin and depression.The next time I was at the salon the whole “sitting on the couch” scene was repeated. This time it seemed less coincidental, and Sharon seemed softer and cuddlier than a teenage.