I was just sitting there trying to catch my breath still shocked at what had just happened when another guy came over and sat down next to me. He just...stared at how messy I was and I blushed bright red while he looked at me then he said he'd seen me sucking off that guy and I tried to tell him what had happened but I couldn't talk properly, it just came out as like some baby noises. He just laughed and told me I sounded like a retard and I blushed even more and tried to ask him to help me but I. That was beginning to get me hot so I stripped off my T-shirtand shorts and began rubbing the crotch of my panties as I suckedhim faster. I took my head away from the dogs prick after I felt thewetness of my crotch soaking through my panties. I lay back on the floor and pull my knees up to pull my pantiesoff. As I tossed them to the floor a few feet away, the dog came upand started sniffing at my muff. His nose tickled my erect clit andhe seemed to like what he smelled. I spread my legs apart. Maggie sat close, leaning on Mike's shoulder, with her hand in his lap, holding his hand. The sound of the engine lulled her to sleep, and she slumped against him. Her hand lost it's grip on his, and lolled in his lap. He put both hands on the wheel, and tried to concentrate on the road, but his prick kept drawing his attention, as it tried to rise under her hand. After an hour or so, he could take it no longer, and shifted her hand and body over, against the passenger door. She continued to. He seemed unable to find inspiration to complete his pictures. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was his quiet charm, his charisma, or perhaps it was simply the mystique of the fact that he was obviously such an accomplished artist, Helen still to this day did not know, but she found herself there and then offering to model for Jonathan, if he wished. He had readily agreed, and so she found herself sitting on a blanket in the middle of the uncarpeted floor of the loft studio, supporting her.