In a squeaky high nervous voice Kiara spoke up. “But doctor how did this all originate? How did my dad start thinking of all this weird stuff? Like ... mean fucking a dead woman is just totally not cool. I mean I love my mom and all, but I’m really upset, okay.” The doctor smiled a professional self-satisfied grin. His Harvard diploma hung imposingly behind him. No one could be quite as self-satisfied and pompous as a Harvard graduate. Empathy was in short supply, but professional gibberish Dr.. It's so compelling that you can almost smell his body odor. I don't know if he was a smelly guy but the portrait looks like he didn't take very good care of himself.Halfway through our session, the doorbell rang."Ah," Mrs. James said as she stood and headed for the front door, "that'll be our model. She said she wanted to drop by and talk to us about it."I had no idea who or what to expect as a model for my very first serious oil portrait but curiosity was killing me as I sipped my tea and. When they started the petting again, I sat back down by them.Darby sat behind Sheri and started rubbing her tits, reaching for her pussy and, I found out later, fingering her ass. I reached for Marlee’s hand and placed it on my hard cock, but she moved it away after just a few seconds. I tried to get her to rub me again to no avail. She wanted to concentrate on Sheri’s pleasure, I guess. Darby couldn’t get anything extra from Sheri, so he got up and mixed him and me another drink. I stayed in. The vibrator was dripping wet.I unbuttoned my jeans, grabbed my cock an started stroking it to make her know I meant it.I told her again to carry on, I could see she how turned on she was.She slowly grabbed the vibrator off the floor, pressed and rubbed it against her juicy clit and got up onto her knees right in front of me still looking deep into my eyes.I grabbed her by the hair, arching her neck back. She took her tongue, licking my swollen cock up and down it’s shaft. She was teasing me,.