She walked around his apartment, looking at the paintings that were on his wall. One that was called ‘Fire,’ which was an abstract piece of his, p...rticularly intrigued her. She looked closely at the red and orange lines curving across the canvas. She envisioned him painting this work, his arm holding the brush, caressing the canvas the way he caressed her the night before. She began to wonder exactly what this painting meant, because she knew him to well to believe that it was merely paint on. "Do you wanna see my fingers on my pussy? Do you want me to jack off for you?"He nods, his face blushing as I spread my legs a little further, and my hand pushes away the panties. I run one finger against my slit, moaning as I come up to my clit."It's so good. My finger feels so good on my pussy. My cunt is so hot, so wet, and it's all just for you. You wanna feel it don't you? You want that gorgeous cock of yours running up in this tight pussy don't you? I know I want to feel it. You hear that. “Course you do. And I love you and him, don’t cry,” I patted her shoulder. She gripped my knee gently and her hand slid about two inches up my thigh then back again. “You’re so old for your age Mick ... like understanding I mean.” Her face turned up and she pecked at my cheek. I pecked back at hers, wondering at the comment. “You’re good kid Mick, such a comfort. A comforting person you are,” she mumbled. “Don’t be daft,” I responded, nudging her. “Can I put my arm round you darling?” she. Much as I loved her I still got to be honest - Marie was a drunken slut. She'd go out boozing, bring home some guy, fuck him and pass out. One morning two of my buddies stopped by to pick me up for a weekend camping trip and as we went to my room to grab my stuff we walked by Marie's room. The door was open and Marie was lying naked on top of the bed covers. Brian stopped to look at her and I grabbed his arm and pulled him away. We took my stuff out to the car and when I tossed it into the.