She stared at it soberly. ‘You’re expecting big things from me aren’t you?’ she murmured. ‘Of course,’ Vivienne smiled. ‘I said it would...’t be easy.’ ‘I know. I expect it will be even harder than you anticipate,’ Vi nodded. Sarah touched the easel, feeling the smooth varnished wood warm under her fingers, ‘The commission is a tall order for a painter, especially in these times,’ her voice soft, musing, speculative. ‘I paint what I see, but I’m more than a camera. I’m very good at feeling, but. “You expect me to visit Paris dressed in black?” she moaned.“Does anybody in Paris know your brother, Marie?” Ellen asked.“No, not that I am aware,” Marie returned her eyebrows knitted.“Then there is no need for you to wear widow’s dresses. Richard and I certainly shall not think less of you should you drop those black monstrosities.”Marie smiled shyly. “I would love to visit Paris. I would love to travel down the River Seine.” The smile vanished. “I would also like to know the circumstances. She would drop everything for me and welcomed me with open arms. I figured I had her where I needed her whenever it was convenient for me.We had a lot of mutual friends and I found out that through them that she was dating people during our break up periods. I never really cared who she was dating, as long as she wasn't bothering me. That was until I found out my best friend started to talk to her behind my back. When she was talking to him and I would call or text her, she was different. She. Norm was kneeling beside us squeezing her nipples hard. Watching her get fucked like this was so incredible, I couldn't take anymore and started to shoot my cum. She realized I was cumming and placed her mouth back onto my cock to finish me off and get every drop I had. This made her orgasm. Squirting her cum, I could feel it pour onto my leg underneath her. This really set off Paul, as I could hear him moaning as he pumped her pussy full of cum. Watching my wife's face as he shot his load deep.