Her easel was set up six feet away from the base of the platform at an obtuse angle. A tilted table beside a stool held what looked like hundreds of t...bes of paint and nearly as many brushes. There were also pieces of charcoal neatly lined up, and colored pencils in a rack that was screwed to the edge of the table, and which kept things from rolling off of it. A number of finished or nearly finished canvases were scattered about the room in stacks.She stepped around the easel and said, “You can. Then one day, during the period when her husband was on a 6-month work, I and my mom discoverd that she was quite unfaithful to her husband and it came to our knowledge that she used to invite other married males in her house for a one-night-stand just to quench her sexual fantasies..(Oh Boy!)She was one fucking bitch, a sexual predator and in late nights I could hear her moans n groans of orgasm as her room was adjacent to mine. I would secretly masturbate visioning myself havin sexual. And keeps me home to spend time with my son, and now daughter. So I liked it.Of course, by the time she graduated medical school and started practicing as a doctor, some years had gone past. Jacob was 8, and Megan was 3, when she started working as an internist at the local hospital. Jacob was 12, and Megan was 7, when she started making more money than me as a private practitioner.And of course, we were both 30 years old at that point. Which was when the "quit the job you love so our new. " Hearing me say it made your pussy start to throb and you could feel yourself instantly getting wet and ready to give me all the sweet juice I craved. “How bad do you want it?" you said as you playfully walked away towards the pool table in the living room. You looked delicious in your tight, short, black mini-dress and black heels. Your cleavage was on full display the entire time we were at dinner and you knew full well I was imagining the feeling of sucking on your fully erect nipples. .