But it ain’t completely free, you gotta give something in return.” “Huh?” I was blushing at being caught and confused about where she was head...ng. “You want to see what I’m hiding under these clothes, right?” still chuckling. “Uh, yeah, sure.” Now I was getting excited. “All right, you get your wish, but you have to show me what you’re hiding under yours. Agreed?” Shit yes, agreed, I’d walk barefoot through her shit to get a look at her ass, though that ain’t what I told her. “Uh, yeah, sure,”. Which was it? Her robe began to slide down off her shoulders and was barely kept from falling to her waist because it caught on her nipples.“I’m Hélène Fourment,” she said, waiting for us to get it. I didn’t. “Some artists. She married Rubens in 1630 and was the model for The Feast of Venus and The Three Graces. I’m your next model,” Rio said. “Like she did for Rubens.” Now I recognized the pose. Of course.“You know that won’t work,” Bree said. “I tried the same move in a hotel in Tempe.”“I. He is a computer gur. He knows how to diagnose and repair them, that’s his business right now. She has told me that she thinks that he is very good-looking. So most of my fantasies usually involve her fucking Desmond, and I am sure her fantasies include him as well. There has been many a times that Desmond is over and we have hung out at my house and I have caught him stealing glances at Lynn, admiring her ass when she bends over in her short skirt. I can tell he wants to fuck her because his. It was over saturated and there was actually a puddle on it. "God Damn it, will you please fuck me?" It sounded like she was going to cry.I stood up and pulled my pants down. Talk about wet spots. We were going to have to do some laundry before the folks got home tomorrow. I climbed up on her, my prick leading the way. "I just want to make sure we do it right, this time." She grabbed my prick and pulled it towards her sex.I heard a squishing sound as she guided me into her center. God, what a.