Logic fled in that moment as he paused, staring at the little girl's perfectly round ass, her jet black hair, done in twin pig-tails, the colour of sh...ning night, the soft skin of her naked legs beneath her cut off shorts wrapped around a pair of legs that seemed used to soccer or perhaps hiking.Staring, unable to stop, he felt his heart race; a sudden erection throbbing uncontrollably in his pants, the man dropped his briefcase. Not noticing the soft thump against the carpeted floor, the girl. Maa sach bhaiya ne jab mujeh chuma to main utejit ho gayi…Maa tum nahin janti bhaiya kaise pyar karte hain…..Bahut jordar hai unka lund…maa kam se kam 8 inch ka hai bhaiy aka hathiyar…Maa main bhi akhir aurat hoon…mere bhi kuchh armaan hain….Main na reh payi, maa…Bhaiya bahut pyar karte hain….Bahut pelte hain….maa agar tum bhi chaho to….tujhe bhi pyar karenge Bhaiya…Hum dono ko khush rakhenge maa…maan jayo maa….Vo hum dono ko pati ki tarah pyar karenge..maan jayo na maa!!!!!”Udhar maa par dawai. Not that I didn?t mean it, just didn?t want to scare her. She pulled awayand I knew I messed up but she just moved her body onto her side andflipped on a small night light next to the bed. Then came right back.Brooke: "Now, what did you say?" She asked looking into my eyes.Me: "Uh, I, uh?"Brooke: "Go on, what did you just tell me?"Me: "I love you." I said it, no sense trying to deny it.Brooke: "I love you too!" She said with a huge smile and hugged metight.We stayed like that for a while just. Frames for a piece like this could cost as much as she paid me to paint it. I put the piece in the back of the car while Clarice chatted with the two women at the doorstep, and was in the car waiting by the time she finished.“Well,” Clarice said as we drove away. “She wants you to do her portrait.”“Who?”“Rebecca Sanders, Sharon’s friend. She’s willing to pay a premium for a full nude.”“No.”“I beg your pardon?”“I won’t paint her. She didn’t have a single good word to say about the painting of.