The pleasant vibrationstravelled through the snug baby panties and my warm wet nappies to thatsensitive place between my legs, heightening my arousal....The sound of hercupped fingers rhythmically striking my plastic panties reminded me ofthe familiar sounds of the Nursery, and I began to quiver withunrepressed excitement. "Keep making your baby sounds while you wiggleabout. That's my precious little baby girl!" She sang in approval. "Whata sweet little bubba!" Ga-ga goo-goo-goo!" I babbled. She needed to be certified as much as I did so I knew how much she must be hurting if she failed. I decided that if it turned out that she failed the test I wouldn't try to collect my prize. I couldn't be that mean.Carla finally showed up at seven o'clock. She didn't appear to be upset which puzzled me. When she sat down she didn't speak to me until she had ordered her martini. Then she asked, "How did you do?"I dropped my score sheet in front of her and said, "138".Carla studied my score sheet. I kept fucking her like that. I caught both her arms and pulled them behind and fucking her while sucking her shoulders and neck.Her boobs were jiggling up and down, so I grabbed them and pulled her close, and pressed them while nibbling her ear. Then I pulled out, lay on my back, and asked her to ride me.My aunt then got on top of me and fucked me in the cowgirl position. As my hands were idle, she caught them and placed them on her boobs.I said, “Turn around and fuck me, baby. I want to see. The stroking of the brush soon had the woman breathing heavily and her blue eyes closed. The briar rose became glistening, as if with morning dew, and the woman’s thighs were moving impatiently. Feminine moans, half pleasure, half frustration, filled the air. The painting gentleman laughed softly, stood up, and gently kissed his artwork’s forehead. Then he resumed his drawing. This time, however, he picked up one of the thicker brushes, and slowly inserted it into her depths. Slow motion,.