I turn you over and pick you up. You wrap your legs around my waist and place your arms around my neck. I hold you with my hands on your butt. “I’... gonna fuck you like a pornstar..!” I say. You lower yourself to feel my penis. Just when your wet pussy touches my erect dick, I push it inside you without any warning and look at you with a cunning smile. You tease, “you naughty boy!”, and start moving your hips as I match your rhythm going in and out.I kiss you passionately as I keep on thrusting. The nights were getting shorter and the days lengthening, too slowly for Aggie. Aggie reminded people of a lion, with her mane of red hair getting only a little grey these days at the fringe, above her right temple. Her slight laugh lines and crow’s-feet around the corners of her eyes simply made her sexier to many of her male clients, some of whom were very handsome, half her age and thoroughly besotted by her in a motherly kind of way. Aggie always got the Oedipus complex crowd. Maybe she. He thought the two contrasts in art styles would make the day interesting. As they headed for London on the train, they devised a plan of action for the day. They decided it would be ‘serious art’ at the National Gallery, before lunch, then the Tate Modern for a bit of a laugh in the afternoon. The day started well, as Shelley tried to educate Josh, as to how a two hundred year old painting of a nude woman was not pornography and later how some of the exhibits in the Tate Modern could be. "Shoot your stuff all over my titties, Daddy. I want to feel your hot cream all over my chest." She hadn't talked that dirty before and as if I wasn't turned on enough, this brought me over the edge one more time. I took aim and shot my next load first at her right nipple and then the left. The force of the eruption continued so that once again it ended up on her cream covered face. I knew I had one shot left and it was going to go right into her waiting mouth. I moved onto my feet, lowered my.