I'm Ray. I am interested in taking your class." Okay. Which class? The introductory to watercolours class?" Phillip Marriot asked as he sat down looki...g at a schedule of some sort.Ray ignored him and walked to look at the painting on the wall."Is this one of yours?" he asked."Uh yes. So which class was it?" Phillip Marriot asked again."What is it of? The Day Ends, that's the title, huh?" Yes, it's a painting with a setting sun against the mountain top and a couple looking at it from the cliff. She lapped his cock from base to flared head with her pink tongue, and then she slipped her mouth over its tip and sucked in half his rigid length."Oh good heavens," moaned Giles. He pushed his glasses up on his forehead and covered his eyes with his hand. He reveled in the feeling of Willow's tongue and cheeks on his cock. It took him back to his younger days when a wilder, more dangerous Giles, had had his pick of young women like her.Now of course, he should be well beyond the attentions of. ‘What are you working on?’ Jenna asked, gesturing towards Kate’s desk. The monitor showed an essay in progress, and the computer itself was surrounded by neat piles of note cards and photocopies of research. ‘English Lit. paper. It’s coming along nicely. It’s on Blake’s use of religious imagery.’ They made small talk about school work for a bit until Jenna steered the conversation towards more personal subjects. ‘So how long have you and Alan been together?’ Jenna was slightly puzzled by the. I felt like I was on a trampoline, her body slamming into my groin in her excitement. The storm outside was really going strong and the lightning illuminated my lust mad wife like a strobe light. Her yellow hair flew wildly about her as she rode my aching prick, her breasts were bouncing, suspended momentarily in the surreal light of the storm, then pulling downward as the rest of her body sprang upward on my pole. I could feel my own "breasts" driving into my chest as she jumped up and down on.