It's just a sketch.”I took the Coptic marker she handed me. It tingled. I felt... power. Like I'd imbued my essence into this marker. She was right....It was more than just a pencil sketch. It needed something permanent. Something that I couldn't erase. I grinned as I began inking.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Steve Davies“Edit... reality?” my wife asked, blinking. “What does that mean?”I swallowed, suddenly feeling all the crowds of people around us. The smooth voice of the announcer warned that. I love the way your breasts move when you walk and how your nipples get so hard, and I want them to be evident for My eyes all night.” “Yes, Sir.” “Now get your ass moving and get your clothes changed or we will be late for the party.” Picking up the boxes, you move toward the bathroom. “Just where do you think you are going?” I ask. “To the bathroom to change clothes,” you reply. “No, you will do it right here in front of Me so I can watch. I love to see you naked and watch you.” I then sit. Emma pulled Robert’s head tight to her chest. Emma continued to ride Robert and began to moan increasingly loud. She laid back down on top of him with her whole body pressed against him. Robert placed his hands on Emma’s bum, massaging it as he felt it rise up and down, faster and faster. Emma’s tightness was coaxing Robert’s cock to release everything inside of her. In what seemed like hours of unbribled sex, Emma finally let out a final long moan and Robert climaxed, releasing all of his. She looked at me very sexily her hairs were wet with drops of water and she smelled very good. I was aroused on looking at her but was afraid to do anything but her eyes were stuck on me while making tea, I was killed by her sexy way of looking at me I just touched her hand and she clinged on me like a branch of tree. I gave her a long kiss on her lips that was her first kiss of her life and god she was hot like a oven. I felt t like fucking her than and there only in the kitchen but it was not.