I'd not seen anything, but I came across a quote and have looked him up on the Web." What did he say?" 'Non-figurative art is the manifestation of the...creative power of abstract man'." That's very deep." Yes. So are his pictures and his sculptures. There's a book about him. I sent for it."As a concrete-abstract painter during the 1950s and 60s, Olle Baertling (1911-1981) developed a personal pictorial universe, while also occupying a firm position among the "Salon des Realites Nouvelles" and. I got the impression Annabel was just askeen, as she took my hand leading me quickly up those stairs. With hopesAunty isn't watching this time or down we would have to go again.In no time we were helping each other out of our lovely dresses, petticoatstill we now stood only in panties stockings and bras. With our hairs tiedsafely out of the way we went about the task of cleaning each others makeupoff. It can be almost as much fun as having makeup put on, well no; nothingcan be as exciting as. Her tongue flicked out and began caressing the swollen tip before swirling along the thick shaft.Her lips parted wide as she took the fat tip into her mouth and it slid over her tongue as it pushed deeper. She slowly pulled her mouth off, took a deep breath and then swallowed as much as she could in one slow motion.The lawnmower stopped and the air conditioning unit was all you could hear, humming in the background as Ellen slowly sucked me. I watched Brian as he stood behind the mower, his. " Suck my cock slut."As if the floor was on fire she jumped from her laying position to kneel between my legs. Unbuttoning my jeans Linda slid them to the floor and off. Throwing them to the side she practically attacked my cock, taking as much in as she could in the first fell swoop. It took all my will power to finally command her to stop and tell her to suck Andre. Again she jumped at the chance to prove her sluttyness. As she attacked Andres cock I moved behind her, playfully slapping.