" I would have though," she says, stating a truth both of them already know, "if it hadn't taken the decision away from me, I would have."He says noth...ng for a time, and then, bending his face close to her hair, he inhales deeply. "People I love keep asking for my forgiveness today. First my dad, and now you. Yes, I think killing them ourselves would've been wrong, and I also think you would've ended up regretting it, but..." He makes a helpless gesture with both hands. "There weren't any good. ”“I’m not,” I say, shaking my head. I match her steady gaze as I hold my breath for a moment. Still grinning, her hand lowers to her lap as she uncrosses her legs. Slowly, her fingers claw at her skirt, raising it steadily, pulling the hem higher.I watch quietly as she settles back and slips her hips down further till they're at the edge of her seat. She continues to ease her skirt up, exposing more of her pale white and pink thighs. I see a tuft of curly hairs revealed between her legs as she. He needed the cheeks running his fingers and the oil right into her puckered hole. For a few minutes he alternated between sliding two fingers on one hand right into the depths of her gaping cunt, and opening up her back passage with his other hand. Susan was close to orgasm in the bath but she held it off letting her memory playback her massage. John stripped off his boxer shorts and his thick curved 8" cock stood proud. He used both hands to cover his cock in oil. Where it was going needed. “I have to go.” She replied sadly. “My friend is waiting for me and I have to meet him by 5pm.”That’s ok,” Degas replied. “That will give me some time to finish the oil painting. I have all these sketches to work from. Perhaps we can meet for a drink later in the bar in Pigalle?”Caroline didn’t know what to say. To tell him he’d never see her again seemed too cruel. “Yes, that would be lovely.”“Au revoir, Caroline, "Degas whispered as she kissed him goodbye.“Au revoir, Edgar, ” she whispered.