"Hi Jane" I said. She looked up and in a sexxy voice said "hello Eric, I am glad you came by today. I really wanted to talk to you." "Really? About w...at?" "Well I have this problem I want you to help me with." With that she climbed on top of her desk and spread her legs revealing a very wet thong. "See my pussy is wet and needs to be cleaned." My mouth dropped open and began to water because her pussy is shaved clean and those tiny perfect pussy lips were dripping wet. I walked over and began. I gave her two more orgasms with my pounding. We both were on fire with lust for each other. After her third orgasm she hopped off the couch and told me to sit on the floor with my back against the edge of the couch. As I did she stood over me reaching down and grabbing my cock. She got to her knees and started stroking and sucking me again. She sucked my dick like it was the last cock she was ever going to get. Her mouth literally squeezed the head of my dick with each up and down motion. Her. ' Artists and museum patrons. She said you can tell them apart by the haircuts ... some of the patrons will be sporting bush shirts." I laughed."Another bunch of phonies. We could sell them those two." I waved at the wall. We'd brought the Fred Williams and the Max Dupain that had been on the station in Mitchell back east with us. Dad kept the Nolan at home. [see "Gordy's Problem"]"Not if you value your life! A gouache and a photo. They're our only real works of art." I was kidding. And. Released again I was made to follow them into the sitting room where I was told to kneel on all fours on the rug and hooded in our black silk hood, KY was smeared on my puckered near virgin ring piece and I felt Sam`s stiff prick slowly and gently enter me, egged on by Ann, we collapsed forward onto the rug and he soon had a rapid stroke going as he seemed intent on pushing his bell-end out of my mouth, Ann unbeknown to me went off and fetched Alf as well as her new toy, a dildo 8 “of solid.