She was so angry, he kept smiling at the thought as he set up his things on one of the better-lit drawing horses, a cheaply constructed combination of...bench and easel. Straddling the bench he opened his pad and propped it up on the angled easel. He thought about what she'd said about drawing what he'd been daydreaming about. What if he did? The sight of her face when she saw it would be priceless. Besides, if she was going to flunk him anyway, what difference would it make? The. Oh yea, it felt nice. Two fingers and then three. No pain whatsoever. She worked her fingers in and out, while caressing my cock with her other hand. I thought that this could go on forever, but she had other things in mind.She had me roll over on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed. Holding my legs in the air, she stepped up. I felt a pressure against my asshole, and then it slipped in a bit. As her cock was thin at its end, it was easy for the initial penetration. She pushed in. I reached my hand down to his jeans andfelt his huge cock in his jeans. Jim's breathing became heavier. I goton my knees in front of him and he pulled off my blouse to reveal mypretty tits through my sheer bra. I unbuttoned his shirt and began tosuck on his nipples. Light biting of them made him squirm inexcitement.As I pulled away he asked me to hold on as he took off his jeans. Ireapplied my lipstick. Sharing my fetish, he asked if I could light upone of my Virginia slims 120's. I obliged and. I froze in my stride and a cold wave washed over me.Jack’s last sentence came front and centre to my mind. Her Pretty Pink Pussy!Oh my God. The last time I had heard the words Pretty Pink Pussy, they had been describing my own fresh-fucked vagina and had come from the lips of my first ever extramarital lover; Jack’s faithless father, Tony.*“Christ Penn! What’s got into you tonight?”Pete pulled his rapidly softening cock from my still-unsatisfied vagina and rose on his knees behind me. I.