As I brushed past her table, she tugged on my arm and arrested my movement.“That was simply marvelous,” she said. “That went straight to the cen...er of me. I feel so open and wet. Wasn’t that simply wonderful and sensuous, Petey?”Yes, I caught what she was saying about my poetry making her wet. I already made her wet and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.While still clawing at my sleeve, she had turned to the young man sitting beside her—or, rather, who was slouched in the chair beside her. I could. My God, if Steph felt really good, her mother felt heavenly and then some. She was more than wet. She just slid right down to my pubic bone whithout stopping. Slick, but a tight fit non-the-less."My God, Ben, you're half again as big as Sam," panted Lois as she pounded up and down on my fuck stick. "You're reaching places he's never been. Oh God."If Steph's orgasm was volcanic, Lois' orgasm was cataclysmic. Her eyes rolled back, she shivered and quaked, and she squirted cum fluid galore. I'd. Just when the squirting stopped she lowered herself back on & rode down to my hand again for about 10 times then repeated lifting off & squirted again, 3 more times she did that. I was in another place as I could actually hear her pussy sucking his cock. Her legs gave out & she dropped down. I pulled my hand away & watched as she went into a full body orgasm.She fell back on to him & he was fucking up into her almost brutally & I don't know why but I just dropped my soaking wet face into her. Life was good.I made arrangements with Loretta for the following Saturday. She was to come over at ten in the morning and sit in on a session with one of my regular models Ulrich. I was sure that Ulrich would not mind.A week passed and I saw little of Loretta, Zane or Jade. Zane worked in the city and he was seldom home before 6pm. Jade ran an on-line jewelry business which kept her busy but not tied down to office hours. My studio took up my entire front room. It had large windows from which I.