This was so right and yet so wrong. She had been looking forward to this trip for years since she first fell in love with the dark and mysterious work... of Francisco Goya. His work spoke to her on a level she didn’t understand and she wanted to know everything about him. He was the artist that inspired her to major in Art History at the university.But she never imagined she’d be making this trip without Thomas, her boyfriend, that she met their very first week at a freshman mixer. He was. That’s that. “Brian. Don’t be silly. This is normal. Really it is.” That was partially a lie. It was true that this was the first time a woman had seen his adult cock and that she touched it and played with would have been overstimulating for him. He had no experience to judge that by. But Rose knew that by definition, that was premature. Her only hope was that in future he could curb his excitement and have more control. It was hope more than expectation. “Go away.” He commanded. He. My cock was throbbing so hard.She let out a yell and he cried AHHHh and all three of us cam at the same time. Each squirt of cum felt like a gallon coming out. They both collapsed on me and made it difficult for me to breath, but we laid there for a few minutes. Finally he got off of her and went over to the camera, picked it up and started videoing us some more. She kissed me on the forehead and said ‘that was fun. We’ll have to do this again’. She got off of me and I could feel wetness. This time she threw her arms about me and then planted a kiss upon my lips. A second later she pulled away from me, looking at me a little strangely as she did."I love you Charles," Felicity said in a low voice, "but you smell like shit. What have you been up to since I last saw you?" I'll tell you later my love," I said with a chuckle and a smile, "but it's time for us to go."With that I turned and faced those who were still in the room. There were roughly thirty people left and almost all of.