"I stirred nervously as she then pushed the cell phone with all my guilty text messages all over it and said to me, "Who the fuck is she?!" Again I fo...nd myself struggling for the words, "Just..." I faltered.Her eyes narrowed again as she finished my sentence for me, "Just some cheap generic slut."I stared deep into her angry intense eyes, so beautiful yet so cruel. At the moment, they sparkled and gleamed and I knew that I was about to seriously pay a price for my last dalliance.Her. “I can almost hear her. Ride my son’s cock, Cookie. Come all over it. What would you say to her?”I was totally in the moment. “Play with aunt Cookie’s pussy, Mom. Make her come.”“Yes!” she screamed.There’s only one way to describe what happened next. She absolutely went wild. Her fingers were a blur between her legs. Her hips lurched forward and back, up and down, and in circles. I could hear a soft patter from her tits clapping together and against her chest. They were swinging and bouncing. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as I was trying to find the right size shorts. She must have noticed the hungry look on my face as she walked towards me and asked if she could help. Wow could she. I knew I had to find a way to expose myself to this fantasy come true. I told her I was looking for a large size pair of shorts. She asked what color. I was to hot and horny to think. I just blurted out "White". White is not a good color as I explained above. But, I wanted keep her around. When she. I took off my robe and stood over by a wall in view of her easel. I was a little nervous starting out but I was under control and my cock was flaccid. She started the drawing and worked quietly at first absorbed in her work. “This is all very new to me, working from a male model so I will probably chatter away asking a lot of questions. I hope you don’t mind. As I just want to learn all I can.” “Not at all.” “Your face is very masculine with the square jaw, high cheek bones and aquiline.