Looking up at me, she slapped my thighs as if to say ‘stop.’ I took my hands from her head, noticing the bulbous shape of my cock against her chee... as I pulled my cock from her mouth. Saliva dribbled from my shaft onto the patio and one line of saliva bridged to her lips. Gasping for breath, she moved from under the table and stood up next to me. Rubbing the saliva from her chin, she sat on the table in front of me. “Time for you to go to work,” she flirted. She pulled her yoga pants down a. Licking her fingers, Elena thought that he was quite a sweet young man, in the end.She rang the silver bell to summon her servants. They arrived with a heavy blanket and rolled the painter's body up in it, tying a cord about his feet and another around his neck and then hoisting him over their shoulders. They gathered up the artist's clothes and personal effects in a separate bundle. The bloodstained couch seemed to give them pause, but then they moved it to one side of the room, apparently. Kisses turned to a make-out session, with our hands exploring eachother's bodies. A sharp knock on the camper door grabbed us from our intimate moment. We got up and went outside and back into the house.We went next door to where I had been babysitting so the kids could play in a fort we built earlier out of blankets and chairs in the living room. Sarah and I moved to the master bedroom of the house, and locked the door behind us. We say on the bed, and started making out again. One kiss led to. And damn did he look good without a shirt on! I sat back and began admiring his sexy body from behind my sunglasses. In a way I was hoping he didn’t recognize me because I was nervous as hell with him just a few feet away. At first it seemed like he didn’t recognize me until he looked over, looked away and then looked back with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. And then he approached me. Holy fuck, was I ever nervous! “Hey, good lookin’,” he said with a wink. I about melted right.