Maybe a little. I never expected anyone to take the whole project and say I had nine months to paint forty panels. But, I’m more concerned with what...my agent has to say about me not producing anything salable in that time.”“We need to worry about that. You did a good job last spring getting your two new suites completed, and we haven’t released all the Bacchanalia paintings. We still have prints from your first exhibition, and both the prints and posters for Allison’s show are selling. What happened to that hot blonde babe I saw you with a while ago?” Chunky asked.“Ah ... we broke up. Her idea, not mine,” he said, hoping that would end the questioning.“Man, that’s a shame. She was some hot number,” he said, shaking his head.“Yeah,” Jesse agreed solemnly. “She was that.”Their conversation was overheard in the sparsely filled stands by a young woman who had become a regular spectator at the home games. Jesse hadn’t noticed her, but she had noticed him, and the information that. She finally just turned around, took my cock in her mouth and slowly blew me to another full erection. At the same time, I twisted her around to finally taste her sweet cum, and I was not about to stop unless a team of mules pulled her away. With my erection back to full mast and wanting more, I took her into the den and placed her on the sofa, abandoning all fear at this point of being caught. I just dove into that pussy with my cock like there was never going to be another chance. At this. She must be getting ready for bed. The door was slightly cracked open I suppose it was for her husband not to wake up. I go over to hear slight moaning going on. I hear the sound of a pussy being pounded but knew it wasn't hers.. Because her husband wasn't home. I'm on all four.. Hands and knees.. Nothing but the TV illuminating the room. I see a bottle of wine being poured into a wine glass. Next to the wine glass was her vibrator. Right there on the bed was Marks mom getting off to a porno! I.