” Jesus said, rolling his eyes, “Hey Lucy, can I bum a smoke?”“Sure,” Lucy said, and handed him a cigarette, before motioning to me, “Jesu..., this is your date.” “Oh yeah!” Jesus exclaimed before looking at me, “So you’re Rachel, huh?”“Yes.” I said meekly, too star-struck by Jesus to care that he was an arrogant prick. “Another one of God’s pet-projects,” Jesus smiled, “trying to become my replacement.” “I…I’m not trying to replace you.” I said, fearing that Jesus saw me as a threat to his. She put one of my hands onto her slippery clit and my other hand onto her smallish but firm breasts. She moaned as I thrust into her. As suddenly as it began, I withdrew my throbbing cock and turned her around to speak with her. “Wait. What’s happening?” I said breathing heavily. “I’m trying to see what the two people in the painting were feeling.” She said through panting and holding my cock in her hand, squeezing, still pulling me into her rigid, shaking body. “Not here. I don’t live far. I was so transfixed by Sue and Steve that I had forgotten about Mary. She was squeezing her tits with her right hand and was rubbing her pussy with her left hand. We looked at each other with lust in our eyes. "Do you want to go back in to our room?" I asked. "Are you kidding?" she breathed.By now, Sue had flipped over and was on her knees. She lay her head on a pillow. I could see that Sue still kept the lower part of her pussy clean-shaven. This had turned me on so much when we were going. I think about the nights that we'd stay in just to get drunk and enjoy each other. The games we'd play, the delicious little perversions we shared only with each other!The bar stools are covered by the skin of a whale's foreskin, the largest mammal in the world. I sit on one and feel the pleasure I get from knowing this. My cunt is immediately wet and I remember how she sat on this very same stool, drunk and as horny as hell."Drink from me," she'd said, spreading her legs as I walked towards.