I was drowsy but could hear everything he said...He began to speak in his slow hypnotic drawl."You are in your early teens and you are having your fir...t kiss with yourgirlfriend...."I was carrying Karen's school bag over my shoulder along with my own. Westopped at her gate. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Then ourlips met and we snogged with tongues, our bags sat on the floor beside us.A small boy ran up the path towards us. "Karen's got a boyfriend....."The hypnotist continued...... He oozed so much sensuality, he made her want to melt into a little puddle on the floor. She felt herself starting to get wet between her legs. She need to pull herself together or she’d embarrass herself her in front of this incredible man. ‘So do I get to know the name of the man buying me breakfast?’ she asked after realizing she didn’t even know his name. She shifted in her chair, well aware that the longer she look at him the wetter she was getting. Her pussy burned with desire for this. "When I painted him, he was just... an ideal." An... ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps,. You tear my shirt off and I untie your robe and kiss your body making my way lower and lower. I lick your legs right where your panties start then kiss your beautiful tingling pussy through your panties then slide them off and then tease the outer edge with my tongue. You shuffle out of your robe and bra as I lick your throbbing clit... The camera person intent on catching the hot action gets out of the chair to get a better angle as I spread your pussy and slide two fingers slowly in to.