As well as brush, ink, and paper. But while others followed the making of statues and portraits, the Chin family concentrated on the written word.When...Mr. Chin’s great-grandfather signed on to the Folly, it was to work in the agriculture area. Over time he gained permission to grow the various plants needed to create paper and ink. The paper he produced was of the finest quality. Any paper with imperfections or errors was destroyed, and he would start over. But this was only part of the art.. At about 3:20pm, I sent a message to Jessica, asking her when her parents were leaving. "In about twenty minutes, sir. Then I'm going to be all alone until Sunday afternoon. " I couldn't believe my luck. This was going to be an amazing weekend. I quickly texted back. "I'll be there at 9. Make sure you're ready!" "What should I do to get ready?" I took a while to reply. While at my desk, I came up with a quick list for Jessica to complete before I got there. "Alright. Here's what you need to do:. I could use more of the same." He didn't need to be asked twice. He rolled he onto her back, while still deep inside her. He could feel the muscles deep inside her working at his prick and if this is what she wanted, well, he could oblige. He started deep thrusting, and she drew her legs up toward her chest, allowing the deepest penetration possible. He bucked and rammed into her, withdrawing almost completely, only to drive it into her again and again. He was so close to his own. No guidance was necessary; no near misses were made. Their recoupling came as easy for them as two well-choreographed ballet dancers. The ensuing performance was passionate and intense as every move was synchronized to culminate in a climax of orgasms.She entrusted her body to his will, to his timing, to his bold and steady thrusts. He increased the speed and penetration as her cries of pleasure filled the room and echoed throughout the house. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace.