I was so involved with my life in the outdoors, I never let anyone get close to me. Yes, I had friends but I never told them about my safe place. Fran...ly, I didn’t believe anyone would understand.One day, looking up at the sky and watching the clouds form different pictures, I was casually running some stems through my hands when my body suddenly reacted very strongly, trembling and quivering. I stroked the wood over my breasts, my tummy, along my inner thighs, and I’d never been so aroused.. I must have lit up like a candle when she stepped through the entry."Hey! You're the one I'm going to be painting?" She's the one we'll both be painting," Mrs. James corrected. "We're going to be working side by side, Terry." All right! I can hardly wait to get started."She poured Andrea some tea (with milk and sugar, I couldn't help but notice) and we got settled around the table. I was curious about Andrea being the model for my first oil portrait but obviously she and Mrs. James had come to. I felt as if my eyes rolled back into my head. The feeling was wonderful, a warm amazing young mouth was loving my cock and the fact that it was a young man’s didn’t matter at that moment. I was lost to the feelings. When he eventually brought me to orgasm, I was shaking and clawing at the sofa cushions. Releasing into his warm eager mouth could not have felt better!Days later, I was still wrestlling with what had happened. The feelings we’re so intense. I had to admit to myself that I wanted. It's raining out and she'll catch a chill. She insists, however, and it's only at this point I realize she's attempting to cover my embarrassment.I'm "wearing" the blanket now. I touch my head. I realize I've also come downstairs wearing one of my wigs. As well as red lipstick. I wonder if the points of my bra cups show underneath the bulky blanket, which is coarse and itchy. A woman runs from the building covered in soot. She's waving her hands; appears to be screaming though I can't hear her.