Do you recall the name of the joint where you were with that guy last night?’ ‘Yes Blue Sky Motel in Wakefield.’ ‘I’ll call them and tell th... motel where the car is. That might lead to the cops putting that complaint of a stolen vehicle into archives. I suppose you told the jerk you name was something other than Wendy.’ ‘Yes but my real name is Wendy, Wendy McLeod.’ ‘But is Wendy McLeod your real name?’ ‘Yes I can show…’ ‘It’s you real name,’ he grinned. She smiled. He lost his smile and asked. That is if I can get Bud to run a run to the village for me."Right now, this is what we will do. I will pick out two of you, and we will start. One guy will fuck my pussy boy, while he sucks the other. If you come in his mouth, you have to stick around and fuck him in his ass once I work you hard again. That is my job in this. Now are there any questions boys?"Pete said, "I'm no queer, I don't fuck men."I said, "Ok, pretend it is a starlet, he can't see you, he can't talk, all he is to you is a. With my tongue still lapping at her, my thumb found her clitoris, and she bit back a scream as I rolled and rubbed it. I quickly worked out from her moans and gasps exactly what flickers of the tongue and rolling of the thumb were needed to propel her towards her climax. I licked upwards inside her as far as I could go, finding the soft spongy area around her g-spot, and at the same time increasing the pressure on her clit. As Id hoped, that was all it took, and her thigh muscles went tense as. ” I said not looking up. I was so tired I went straight to bed.As I lay sleeping softly in my bed something, some sort of life form crept across the room and to the side of my bed. I could feel someone looming over me and my eyes snapped open, my mouth dropped open as well. It was the woman from the painting, her magnificent wings folded neatly on her back. I looked up to her in awe from the mere sight of her beauty, just as she was in the painting she was clad in bare skin, nothing aside.