Tasty... salty..." she giggled and then closed her mouth around the head, oh was I in heaven. She sucked all the precum clean and made my cock wet wit... her saliva, I just held her head down and tried to push in deeper into her throat, I could hear breathing get heavier and her eyes fill up, "oh suck it Priya...", she just complied and used her other hand to cup my balls and pull and squeeze them, Heaven was here and now. Then slowly she lifted herself and stood again, and this time stripped her. "Do you think you'll have it ready by next Friday?" His blue eyes follow the brush as it strokes the underside of the painted woman's breast. He does not look at me, which I find to be both a blessing and a tragedy. I stare up at his face longer than I should, marveling at the sharpness of his cheekbones and the angle of his jaw. His beauty is cruel, unfair. "I think so. The outline is almost finished, so all that's left is the shading." He glances at my face and I feel his gaze penetrate me.. In this story I inject an element which some who are offended by blasphemy/religious heterodoxy may not care to read. None of the characters in the story are under 18.My son lifted his glass.“Wait,” I said.I raised my glass and stood up and moved around behind his chair.“Oh son,” I whispered into his ear, “You don’t know how crazy you have been making me wondering if you wanted this!”I moved to place the collar around his neck, but then I stopped. Was it the way the light shined in the wine? . He pushed me to achieve and gave my career (and my life) a new direction. I started a part-time university degree and worked to build a career, working a forty hours per week job and attending sometimes five evenings per week uni lectures. I was into the third year of the six-year part-time degree when I met Lue. She was a full-timer and had two years to go until graduation. Her lectures were mostly daytime, but she had one subject that was available only as an evening lecture. Friday nights,.