Monet threw away his paintbrush. He looked at me, twitching his head as a way of summoning me. I walked towards him, around the easel, and looked at h...s work. It was the most impressive painting. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was unmistakingly me, the girl in the painting. It was my body, my face, my hair. Mr. Monet had painted me. As I was staring at the canvas, I felt him touching me. He threw his arms around me and. I followed her up to the pile of buffalo skins covering the floor in the loft and she quickly shunned her single piece buckskin dress and showed me she was naked as a jaybird underneath. The curved cheeks of her hindquarters were raised high on top of the buffalo skins and despite my guilty feelings, I accepted her invitation of spreading her cheeks and slowly slipped my long inquisitive cock into her dark tinted slit. I was surprised she was so tight. I had expected she would be much looser. I looked all over the house so the last room was hers, I thought she would be napping or something, I quietly sneeked up the stairs like a professional ninja not a single noise. I reached my mothers room and boy the sight was unbeliveable, I quietly opened the door with the odd sqeek but my mother would'nt of heard the noises. I looked in and saw my mother butt naked with a dildo going 90 into her it was roughly 7 inches big. I just stood their stearing at her, she did'nt see me she was to. She scooped some of the lactation onto the tip of her finger and sucked it clean. “That was delicious,” she insisted as she turned to Cal. “You have to try some of this for yourself!” Sammy turned to Cal with a smile. She grabbed both her tits, heavy with desire, and raised them in an offering. “Come on, stud,” she demanded. “Suck on these puppies. I know you want to.” Cal didn’t have to be told twice. He rushed across the room and placed his hands on hers, helping to squeeze her beautiful.