We’d all been subjects for Mavis’s portrait sessions. Annette and I had held a passionate kiss for an hour while Mavis took photos and Kendra mold...d clay according to the description of the aura Morgan described. I had no difficulty holding Annette in my arms while I kissed her for an hour. It was like nothing else existed. Kendra and Les even posed while Mavis moved around them taking dozens of photos and I got a couple good sketches.Mavis had also done a series of Morgan, Annette, and me. One. Naturally me being me, I didn't have to courage to just walk to her and ask if I could sit down. No, I had to circle around, building my confidence. I made the decision to walk to her at least a dozen times, but every time I turned back only after a few steps.But finally our eyes met, and they immediately locked. I felt electricity in the air and my stomach was effectively turning upside down inside me. There was something about her short blonde hair, casual clothes and the absence of makeup. In three years of being married, we had made love many, many times - yet, these sensations were brand-new, almost shockingly so, making us all the more aroused.With our passion running wild, she disrobed me and pulled me between her legs. My dick stood at full attention, pressing against her soft inner thigh. Craning my neck around hers, I lapped at her round, supple earlobe with wet caresses of my tongue as I felt my penis slipping ever closer to her moist pussy. In a moment, I was there.. She squealed, her humming passion spilling around the tip of my futa-cock.We loved each other.Worshiped each other.Our fingers pumped fast and furious. The velvety friction melted out of my asshole. Her moans hummed down my cock. Her sucks made my pussy clench. My little sister drove me wild. I nibbled on her clit. Caressed it with my tongue.She bucked atop me, her asshole spasming around my fingers. Juices gushed out of her pussy as she sucked on my dick with hunger.Elation swept through me. I.