My arm follows his as he lifts my hand and dips it into the paint before dabbing it softly on the canvas. His touch is tantalising, his hands are surp...isingly soft for being so big and masculine looking. The painting starts to look better but I’m too much in ore of this man to take my eyes off him, he turns his head to face me and smiles that angelic smile. ‘You see, it just needs dome TLC. Don’t rush it if you need to take your time’. His smile is warm and comforting and I already feel better. I hooked my ankles behind his back and pulled him closer. Manning and I both knew if he didn't want to be where he was my hold was nothing to him. My one hand anchored me to the counter and the other weaved into his hair.My breath was shallow pants as Manning worked his mouth on my pussy. There was a determination with each movement. He was demanding and all he took was my pleasure. He was driving me closer and closer, my hand tangled in his hair, I gasped for breath as his tongue pushed deep.I. Dan and I were shocked.I've gotta ask you about this tonight, I thought, as I continued to watch her clit wiggle.“My sucking on it might have been what made it grow,” Joan laughed.“And my sucking on it keeps it big,” I interjected.“Shut-up, bitch!” Joan yelled at me.“Remember, Harriet, cuckolds do not speak unless spoken too,” Nancy added."Yes, ma'am. Pardon me, ma'am." I answered Nancy and Joan respectively.“You still eat her pussy?” Greg asked.“Not since her bridal shower,” Joan. Jessie pulled out of her and the emptiness left her craving to be filled again."Turn over on top of me, Miss Catherine," he told her.She actually hated it when he called her 'Miss Catherine' these days, but no matter what she told him, he continued to call her just that. He explained that it wouldn't be right to call her anything else and have it slip out in front of Mr Carl. In a way she agreed with him, but then again, she wanted him to just call her Catherine, but he wouldn't do it. She'd.