As much as it had turned me on I was so nervous and don't know what to do or say. He came over to the bed I was laying on and sat on the edge next to ...e. He knew I hadn't done anything before so tried to help me relax by putting his hand on my stomach. Slowly he started to move his hand down the front of my shorts until he had hold of my cock. A few seconds of him massaging my cock had me erect so he started to putt down my shorts. My cock sprung out from my shorts and we both giggled before. I started to slow jack my cock as I smelled Mrs. Cotton thong. I could feel a big load in my aching blue balls. I could feel my shorts fall around my ankles. I was picking up the pace of jacking my cock. I put the rest of Mrs. Cotton’s thong in my mouth. I reached down to grab her big blue matching bra. I could smell her warm breast in them……“Click!!! Beep! Blonk!!” …..Fuck!!!! The sounds of the garage door opening. My head turned. My heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Cotton thong fell from my mouth.. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was unmistakingly me, the girl in the painting. It was my body, my face, my hair. Mr. Monet had painted me. As I was staring at the canvas, I felt him touching me. He threw his arms around me and pressed his body against mine. He held my hips and lowered his face into my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin, I could even hear it. I tried to keep my thoughts with the painting, but that. Yeah sorry. No honey it’s ok. He smiles I started unbuttoned his pants as I pulled them down the monster flops out. I lost all control dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth. His cock so big it didn’t fit. I pulled my false teeth out putting them on the nightstand. Oh that’s hot he moans. His cock filling my mouth. I sucked him super hard, using my tongue, hands and tried to get him in my throat but I couldn’t stop gagging. His hands controlling my head as he try’s to shove deeper. He.