Alison looked down at him and smiled. She drew on her cigarette and let the smoke trail out. ‘Do you want me to go to my room?’ he asked. Alison t...ok another drag on her cigarette and shook her head as she exhaled smoke. ‘The damage has already been done,’ she replied. She smiled and shrugged. ‘What’s the point?’ She stubbed out her cigarette, slid under the covers, and rolled on her side to face him. As she did, her breasts moved enticingly. Eagerly, Tom pushed the shirt open, took one of her. But on the back of the canvas were two lines of writing. ‘Sullivan’ and ‘#14’.To my delight, I convinced uncle William to sell me the painting, though I had to fork over seventy-five dollars for it. I eagerly brought it home. A look at the back of my other new painting confirmed what was obvious. ‘Sullivan’ and ‘#5’.Now I had something to search on. If only Sullivan were a rare name, but at least I had something. I tried various search combinations. I had only one useful picture hit, to an. The two honeys in my arms were still sound asleep, so I slowly got out of bed and joined Talia in the shower.“Can I scrub your back?” I asked as I stepped into the shower.Talia turned around, smiled, and said, “Of course!” as she shampooed her thick hair.“Can I do that for you?” I asked and started to work my fingers into her hair.She smiled and used her soapy hands to wash my cock and balls. Then she said, “You know what?”“What?” “I sucked you off while you were asleep just a few minutes. There was no way I could last, not even a porn star had a prayer of lasting, and here I was deep inside of her. I wanted to call out her name but resisted. I wasnt a screamer, but had to fight the urge this time. Faster! One girl shouted. Harder! Another one somewhere. I recognized the voices, but was so involved with what I was doing, my mind could not place them. I was fucking her hard and fast. It was not by my own desire, I wanted slow, deep prolonged thrusts, feeling every centimeter of.