I didn’t paint this way just to have frequent free fucks; I was developing a whole new art form. And that girl in the first row of tables had a face...that was perfect for my art.It was fortunate that she liked my poetry so well—that my poetry recitation in that smoky basement room in the Village aroused her to wanting to fuck me. I knew she wanted it because she put the moves on. I was content to go home to Jules and paint this young woman just from memory. She didn’t move me enough to ache for. She slipped her night shirt off her shoulders, stepped toward me and slowly turned around and bent over and leaned on the coffee table right in front of me. What a sight, her tight peach of an ass was an arms length away from me with the thin strap of the thong slipped right into her ass crack and I could now see the lips of her cunt easing out each side of the thong strap. I started to move and she raised her foot up and planted her high heel into my chest. “Easy tiger,” she said, “you just. " That's the problem Julie; I don't think I can do something like that." Bullshit honey. If I had not been with you the night you bought that vibrator you would have been in the back of that arcade doing all the guys who were in the store that night. I saw the way you looked at them."I thought back to that night and I think that I might have blushed because Julie giggled."I wasn't looking at all of them; just one of the hunkier ones." Rachel honey, I don't know if you have ever pulled a train. .MY DREAM....I'm standing in a mall parking lot with my wife when a very attractive woman approaches me. She is carrying a very large package and seem to be struggling with it. My wife asks her if I can help her to her car. The woman smiles sweetly and says yes, please. I take the package and follow her as my wife continues to the mall entrance. the package is not heavy at all, as if i would notice the weight at all as i watch the woman in front of me. She is wearing a very conservative.