" What picture?" I asked, completely confused."Starry, Starry, Night. The picture mentioned in the song." The song's about a picture?" I asked. This w...s news to me.Kristen looked at me, surprised. "Do you know anything about that song?" Somebody once told me it was about Vincent Van Gogh... a painter, right?"Kristen shook her head. "It's pronounced 'Van Gogh.'" Kristen pronounced the last part the way it would be pronounced in Dutch, with a back-of-the-throat guttural sound at the end. "You. She wiped the tear away and went back to her cooking. She sent Angela to get the other two out of bed.As Angela entered the bedroom, she was greeted with a beautiful sight. Her husband David was lying on his back. The red blanket had fallen off the bed and was lying on the floor. Angela sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in and softly kissed David on his lips. Then she bent slightly more and kissed just below his earlobe. Her tongue snaked out the lick the man's ear. He stirred. David. When Jan stepped into the bedroom I almost came in my pants. She had chosen the white chiffon Teddy and matching white stocking and garters to be photographed in. Her hair was absolutely beautiful and glowing. My dick stiffened and jerked as I stared at her gorgeous pouty red lips. As she walked over to the bed her hair swayed and I caught a glimpse of large brown nipples through the white material. Very carefully I wrapped the red silk scarf several times around her eyes. Superman wouldn't be. The tubes were gone from his mouth, and he felt alert. He knew he was going to have to examine the damage, but strangely he knew what to expect. He immediately noticed how soft and smooth his skin now was. Then he saw his hands. They were slender, elegant creations that he felt were too fragile for anything other than the lightest of tasks. Looking around the room, he saw that they'd provided him with a full- length mirror. With trepidation, he climbed out of the bed to confront his.