Dr. Ross leaned back, pulling his trousers back up then zipping them. He was dripping in sweat as he was still breathing heavily. He looked at her. "O...e of these days, Marie, you're going to give me a heart attack," he said with a laugh.She grinned up at him as she sat back up then pouted her big lips with disappointment. "No seconds?" she asked.Dr. Ross glanced up at the wall clock. "It's half one, my next patient is in fifteen minutes," he answered. But his eyes lowered down to her big chest. The conversation quickly turned to shop talk as both women began sharing their passion for art in general.Sara was having such a wonderful time chatting with Janet she was almost disappointed when little miss mechanic said she'd found the problem and could fix it for her straight away. A clamp had come loose on a radiator hose and she'd lost all her coolant. When Janet pointed to the source of the problem, Sara leaned up against the car, reaching forward to brace herself as she looked down in.. My body was on fire now with the terrible itching.Marco unzipped my eyes and mouth."How are we feeling?" he asked with an evil grin in his voice. He turned his head and nodded and I felt the zipper opening down the back of the latex suit and fingernails scratching my skin. I nearly came from the sensation."Oh, fucking, God, yes!" I moaned. I turned to Marco. "What did you do to me?" Simple amateur itching powder. Organic," he said, "maple," then zipped the eyes closed again. The fingernails. What if...He sat down and picked up his pencil.Thirty minutes later he laid the pencil down, undressed, put on his robe, and went to find his mother. She was in the living room, wearing her robe. This time it didn't bother Robby to see her in it."I'm done." he said. "We can paint now."She got up and stretched. The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts thrust out, pushing the silk toward him. "What did you write your poem about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio."The woman." he.