We had phone calls all the next week from reporters and from just ordinary people who were upset that Walter was allowed to sit at home and recuperate...while that other girl lay in a funeral home, waiting to be buried. Walter's arm break had been pretty clean, and it was in a cast. His knee was really banged up though, and he was going to need surgery on it."You just had to go and fuck up my truck didn't you, asshole?" Fuck you Barry. I'm already getting it from everyone else, I don't need you. A little pair of white lace boxers underneath just visible as the skirt rides my thighs when I admire myself in the mirror. I then peel down my knickers a little and run my hands over my bare ass. Next I lube up a finger and slide it between my cheeks, teasing my tight little hole. One finger slips into my bum soon followed by a second and a third mmmmm I'm really hard now and stroke my cock with my other hand. It's time for my favourite toy a big red but plug! I place it beneath me. She gently massaged my balls while slowly stroking my stone. She bent down to lick then switched to drawing circles on my super hard nipples with her tongue. We both knew this will get me to explode fast but my plan was to give her orgasm first. So I quickly pulled down her pants and climb on top of her, gently rubbing my hot cock on her clit and slid down along her wet slit. She shivered as more fluids soaked her pussy lips and my manhood. She moved her firm thighs to hold my penis against. Some of her works were landscapes but most were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. Mike opened a closet door and pulled out what he called his "favorite painting". Annie blushed a bit and said that Mike was biased. Mike turned the painting around and I looked at a self portrait of Annie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked at.