With her left hand moving between cupping my balls and rubbing my hole, her right hand firmly encircled the base of my cock. She gave me a few quick p...mps with her right hand before plunging her mouth on my glistening, pulsating shaft.There's no question about it, I was inexperienced and awkward, but damn, I was incredibly stimulated. My youthful one-hundred-and-fifty-pound body was in superb shape. Racquetball in my college years had honed my muscles to where I didn't have an ounce of. The tingling caresses built my pleasure faster and faster.“What a tight cunt you have, futa-puta!” panted Paloma. “I'm going to fire so much cum into you.”I squealed in delight. My pussy squeezed down on her cock, increasing the friction. My pleasure soared. My ovaries brimmed with a massive load of cum.“She loves your cock,” purred Lizaveta. “She's nursing so hard on mine. She wants to earn my cum! Flood her, Paloma!”“Getting there,” the Hispanic futa moaned. “Yes, yes, Shelena. Squeeze that. I let her keep doing what she was doing, and I finally said, "If you don't stop doing what you're doing, you do realize I'm going to have an orgasm" to which she smiled at me and said, "Good."The only disappointing thing, however, was that while I'd hoped that she would let me explode in her mouth (something that she had never done in our entire marriage), she stopped doing oral sex on me, and gradually moved on top of me.She took my massive erection in her hand, spread her pudgy thighs, and. I’d never be able to paint like that again. I couldn’t explain what the painting was or why I’d painted it. I’d have all my family suspecting each other because everyone would deny it. And I’d still be suspecting everyone else. And everyone would hate me for suspecting a family member. Kate, Lissa, and Wendy had come back to Seattle after only three days in San Fran. Shit! If anything happened to the painting in that time it was ruined. I’d put so much oil paint on, so thick that it would take.