And, some other said, “If I can get my hands and cock on her fair skin, I would fuck her till she is red all over”. Well, whoever they are, if you...are reading this, all I can say is a big thank you.That moment, I realized that the most pleasure I get is watching others get sexual pleasure and happiness because of me. It is a happiness that stems out of the fact that I am the reason they feel those intoxicating electrifying moments of sheer happiness. In simple terms, I love it when people enjoy. “Kaylee, do you know who my Dad is?” He withdrew himself about halfway. He groaned as he pulled back.“Kaylee?... Heh, I suppose you’re preoccupied…” He drove in full. I yelped again and moaned and cried. “I’ll tell you Kaylee.” He pulled back again slowly. “My Dad is your former Principal.” He drove back in. The pain was so bad I could only halfway understand what he was saying. He began to build a rhythm. I was struggling, struggling, but I couldn’t get away.“You got my Dad fired.” Coach said. She clutched Cindy's naked ass in her hands and lifted it off the mattress, ramming her mouth savagely at her feast.Cindy shook her head from side to side, dazed by the delicious, shocking thrills racing through her frenzied cunt. She no longer wrenched at her bonds to escape. She jerked at them violently to express her excitement. For the first time in her life, the slender schoolgirl was having an orgasm, and it exploded in her spasming cunt with breathtaking fury.Her mother had sternly. The picture was of Ralph, dissected, laid bare. But when someone looked at the painting, it was me that was cut open—my heart exposed.Anyway, I was feeling like a real artist, spending eight or ten hours a day in the studio and just getting lost in the painting. I did half a dozen variations on the Tent City painting, and two of them I developed into oils. One of them was a pretty big piece, just over a yard wide, and looked at the village as though the tent walls were translucent. You could.