“So, of course, your painting has surfaced and now we were faced with a question. Is this the lost painting given to Venuccio in 1512?” “Wow!”...“There are two things to bear in mind. Michelangelo is a difficult artist to copy. While certainly, he had some talented contemporaries, the hallmarks that hail a true Michelangelo are hard to replicate. On the other hand, lost paintings by Michelangelo are as rare as hen’s teeth. The age we know beyond doubt is correct. That is not disputed. The further. Susan wasnt embarrassed in the slightest. If she could tell her teenage boys about the joys and tribulations of sex she could get the right dildo without embarrassment. She got a 3' square mirror out of the cupboard, one she used especially for moments like this. She placed it at the bottom of the bed and lay back and ran the dildo up and down her cunny, getting it lubed up. It didn't take long and she started working it into her hot hole. She started slowly and then picked up speed. For this. His grin showed he’d taken the hint, and holding hands, they slipped out the fire exit.No words were spoken. None were needed. Once they moved down the back alley and out of sight, he pushed her against the wall. Their tongues swirled, tasting each other as his fingers slid inside her jacket. His thumbs traced the lace edging of her bra as she felt her nipples harden. Her hands moved down his back and up again. She slid her hands round to his front, caressing his chest as his hands dipped. Her words turned me on even more than before and I felt my stomach tighten with desire. My finger flicked her clit and she shuddered. My mouth leaving her nipple only long enough for her to remove my top and bra, then covering it again- nibbling and biting gently, Her hips moving as though on their own, grinding her pussy on my hand. I stood up and pulled her up as well we kissed deeply before returning to the couch. This time I lay down and immediately she got on top of me, her pussy hovering.