She pulledthe protective goggles from her eyes but left the filter mask in place as shepeered intently at the painting?s minute details. A short blast...from the airbrush added a tiny highlight at the corner of the classic dished top of a 1972Mercedes 350 SL. Each tiny flaw in the original?s paint job was reproduced inthe painting. Every tiny fleck of rust in the chrome could be seen in thepicture. Every detail was perfect, super-real in every respect. She lookedacross at the print of ?The F-111?. I was standing there in my damp panties and push up bra, and Andrew in nothing but his boxers as we fell onto the bed breathing heavily as we explored each others bodies with our hands and tongues. Our underwear was soon a pile on the floor and we were naked and writhing all over one another. Fuck, he was hot. So firm and young and eager to please. His cock was around seven inches I'd estimate, a good size, and thick, any time now it was going to be inside my greedy pussy and I couldn't wait.. She then tied a rope around each ankle and raised my legs up as far as she could and tied the other end of the rope to the bed posts. I wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.Getting naked herself, I see that she has changed the nipple rings and her nipples seemed bigger than ever. Rubbing her breasts on my face drove me wild as I couldnt reach out with my tongue. She reached down and grasped my cock and alternated between fast and slow strokes, watching my reaction she told me in no uncertain. She looked back again the kept focused on me as she almost reluctantly rolled her tongue out and licked right up two of my fingers and smiled so I lowered my hand back down catching the last few drops running down her pussy to dripping into the tub. I brought it back to her mouth and she licked it clean never looking away from me. I was watching my wife transform into a real sexual creature opening her mind to a whole world raw sexual experiences that will carry her down a path to all those.