My work, all technically good, had become ... I couldn't think of any word but "commercial" to describe what I was doing.I'm not ashamed of that. Some...of the great artists over the centuries had supplemented their work with portraiture, graphics, and even decorating. But my work had evolved to a point where it wasn't really worth anything else. I painted nice, sexy portraits of nude women to give to their husbands or boyfriends, or to hang in their apartments. I didn't paint museum pieces.Not. We cut the deck to see who would deal. I had a Jack. She had a three. It was straight poker. Five cards would be dealt to each of us. After looking at our respective cards, we could throw away as many as we wanted and get as many new cards back, dealt off the top of the deck I won the first hand. Rather like Houdini removing a straight jacket, Carol pulled her arms in from the sweatshirt sleeves and somehow managed to remove her bra, tossing it aside. Carol dealt the second hand. I won again.. She seemed oblivious not only to my loss of a pen but also to my lengthy attempts to retrieve it. Below table level I could see her naked legs with the skirt pulled up high. I could also see her hand busy between her legs. I grinned to myself as I straightened up. By this time her expression had changed. Her mouth hung open and she seemed to be gasping for air and her face assumed that fine line between pain and pleasure that brought joy to my heart. It was at that moment the announcement came. Society may disagree, but she knew this was right.All this was new to Rory. Yes, he had groped a few girls’ cunts, but to lick and finger this wet, willing one was in a different league. He knew that before long his now hard cock would be buried deep within the beautiful woman who was writhing on his tongue and fingers.As her climax drew closer, Jean allowed herself to be totally absorbed by the warm tongue and probing fingers. Her son was proving to be a quick learner and was going to become a.