My Painter saw it before Annette asked, smiling in her bemusement. "Yes.I know. It's not finished yet. I have completed most of it, but there stillis ...he girl's face. I just need the perfect model to paint from." Annette accepted this with what appeared to be complete understanding, andyet I wondered if she truly knew what was happening. "How do you find a model?" Annette asked softly, still marveling at thedelicious erotica of the painting before her. My Painter sighed deeply and walked out. "Nonsense!" I retorted. "Coincidence! The guy could just pick the ponies. But he was looking for some sort of 'lucky sign.' Big-time bettors are ALWAYS doing stuff like that. Don't try to read some sort of supernatural thing into it." The three girls fell nervously silent and the conversation died. "Okay, okay," I said conciliatorily. "I'm sorry that I don't believe in your ability with the cards." That's alright," Willie said, not looking up. "Many, many people don't believe." She reached out. “Well she’s just, you know, that bit younger,” explained Angie. “We still like her and everything.”“It’s getting into clubs and, you know, our boyfriends are like nineteen and twenty,” added Christina, “at the University, gigs and the bar and she can’t really pass for eighteen yet.”We chatted and they teased and played with me until we got back to the school. I pointed Christina towards her mother’s office and headed to the Common Room with Angie while my cock subsided.I heard Evelyn’s emphatic. I returned her kiss, as I continued to slowly pump myself in and out of her. I was stroking faster every few minutes, and could feel her raising and lowering her hips in time with my sliding in and out of her body. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and we were each breathing heavier.I paused to catch my breath, and raised up to look into her lovely face again. It was now covered with sweat, and the concentration in her features showed her passion. “Oh yes, so perfect, you are as good.