I work up his neck and start running my tongue across his ear. He moans loudly and turns to kiss me. More soap gets poured between our bodies and down...onto our cocks. It feels incredible as we gyrate. Our cocks slipping between our legs, against our chests, against each other... His hand wraps about my cock and starts rubbing it and I moan loudly. I run my hands between his legs, over his balls and starting to finger his tight hole. Our loud passion is attracting some attention now.I look up to. It felt so good I grabbed the other cheek and spread it further for more access. I told her I was going to blow. She tells me," Not yet son" and slowed down. I look down at her, she spits on her fingers then reaches back around and lubes up my asshole.She begins to suck again and as she sucked she circle my ass again. She slid her middle finger to the opening of my asshole, pushing at my hole and it popped in with ease. Man! She knows exactly what to do.She slid her finger slowly in and out of. "You like the portrait?" Don asked. He'd already heard Tad's initial impression, but wasn't above soliciting a compliment."It's remarkable!" Tad said sincerely. "Erotic, beautiful -- priceless! The two of you are going to be so pleased to have something like that, years from now when you're old and gray!" Exactly right!" Don said. I had the impression that Tad had ingratiated himself with this show of unqualified admiration for the photograph. "Louise asked me to hide these photographs," he. .. uh... heard that?" "Yeah, I fucking heard it. For two fucking hours!" David closed his eyes and tried to steady his mental footing. "Okay, I'm really sorry. That wasn't appropriate, I'm your Profess - ow!" Tiffany smacked him on the shoulder, "I'm a God-damn adult! You fuck! I fuck! We all fuck! I don't care about that!" "Then what's the problem!?" "The problem is who you were fucking! Do you really think that Nafta bitch just couldn't resist gobbling your dick? She's obviously trying to.