”Oh crap! Not now!“I’m sorry, Damon,” I said to the boy standing behind me. “I have to work.”“Making pictures is work?”“It’s what ... do in school.”“In first grade we learn to write.”Well, that was true enough. But right now, I was focused. That session Sunday afternoon was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been able to think of anything else all day. I sketched all through Art History in the dark. At lunch, I ran to Daniel Smith and picked up five 22 by 30-inch sheets of 140 pound Arches. She picked up the shower jell rubbed it all over her DD cup breasts. Her fingers lingered over her now hard nipples and she felt the pleasure tingle all the way through her body making her have the sudden need for cock. When Joey got home from work he walked into the front room, his eyes darting around the room for Charlie but she wasn’t there, he poked his head around the stair case and yelled, “Charlie?” No answer. So he walked up the stairs to investigate. He slowly walked through the hall. Anthony picked up his camera. “Put your masks on ladies. I HAVE to get this on tape”. Randy pulled away and Becky was quickly behind me. Both of us were masked. “So you enjoyed fucking me you whore” she shouted “now it is your turn to be fucked” and she immediately aimed the dildo and jammed it all the way in with one enormous thrust for her hips. “OH FUCK” I screamed. “Yes take it slut. Take my big cock” Becky yelled. Pumping like she was possessed she had me squealing and moaning. It was the. My arms went around her, just below her shoulders. As we lay there together, she began to explain why she couldn’t allow me to cum within her Sunday night. It was something about her husband and his ‘start the week with a bang’ philosophy. I guess it’s a weekly thing of his - do oral sex on her and then finish off in some other way. Apparently she figured he would smell or taste my sperm if I would have ejaculated in her Sunday night. I understood her caution and reasoning, but I admit I wasn’t.