He looks at me and says this is there way to drink, and its made of things from nature.the next moment I can hear my wife calling for me. She is in th...t moment pulling down her dress over her breasts.I walking towards her asking what hell she is doing.and she replies they just want to see my breast.and then her dress falls to the ground, and the nomads can see her piercings in her nipples.from that moment nothing was as usual.5 men walks over to my wife,once there they are pulling her piercings. His best work combined multiple techniques into an idiosyncratic mishmash of dreamy depiction; her favorite of his was a semi-nude woman whose clothes seemed to become either wings or clouds, perhaps both. The woman looked perfectly right, so realistic as to seem like a photo, but with dreamy, pearl-washed lighting that made the transition from mundane (the woman) to fantastic (the clouds/wings) not only believable, but inevitable. He said his favorite artists were Edgar Degas, Salvador Dali. .she was horny.She looked at me, grabbed my hand and led me in front of cottage house. We were standing there surrounded with trees , like in a forest, hidden from world. - I want you - she said ....and start undressing herself, putting her clothes on grass, i quickly took of my clothes, put it down and made an improvised blanket on grass, it was cold outside, but i didnt feel it at he moment. We layed down, she only had panties on her, i reached with my fingers for her pussy...moved panties. The teachers stepped up to remove the basket and measure Rosies legs. I think it was then that it hit home to Rosie whatwas about to happen and she started to tremble a little. The teachers helped her to lie back on the cocking bench and raised her legs into the stirrups.I stepped forward, fully naked and my weapon in my hand. I stepped forward between Rosies legs and gave her a secret smile between us.Rosie smiled back and looked relieved. I could smell her pussy. I slowly rubbed my cock head.