Instead, I shaped my tongue into a soft, melting petal that I diddled down into her crack to lick open Mom's tightest orifice. Slithering the very tip...of my tongue a couple of inches inside of her asshole, I swished it around to make her sphincter open naturally. My mother whimpered softly as she lifted her butt more forcefully against my face.Then, and only then, did I spit on the head of my dick and begin to force it deep into Mom's hot, tight little asshole. She made a soft, sound as I fed. The storm sounded like it was returning and Lauren really wanted to move her arm without waking her. She tried to pull it up above her head but Emma wouldn't move. Lauren kissed her loudly on her forehead."Hey, excuse me!" she whispered. Her arm moved enough to allow the blood to flow again."What?" said Emma, half asleep."It's OK, I just wanted my arm back! Go to sleep again"Emma snuggled into her again, her head remaining on her shoulder, but her lips slightly closer to her nipple. Lauren's. Kate and I caught the rhythm and painted as if we were one hand. Every so often, we would just be caught up dancing on our platform and into each other as much as the painting. We got our safety harnesses tangled once.But we kept painting.We were working on a picture of an old woman in her tent. I’d only met her once, but I knew her. She’d died in the fire. That wasn’t what we were painting, though. In the image we were working on, the old woman was reading a book by the light cast from an oil. We were high and ordering pizza. We were a little short on cash, so Hope said she thought she had enough change in her purse. Faith high as a kite laughed out “ That’s our slogan ; Hope and Change”. It was hysterical. True story.Campaigning was silly as far as I was concerned. We made some posters. “ Vote for Charity”, “ Hope and Change. Vote Charity”, “ The Cougars Say Vote Charity, “ Charity Brings Hope and Change”.. pretty trite stuff.Soon Angie was posting her own. But hers came up with.