I looked up at her and she said your doing a good job. He's getting close you might as well keep going and she pushed my head down on his cock till I ...agged then let go. He just sat there eating his sandwich while I sucked his cock. I could feel bread crumbs falling on my head as I sucked. She made me start sucking him hard and fast fucking his cock with my mouth. Then he started to tense up and I felt a hot squirts of cum blowing in my mouth filling my mouth with cum. It started leaking down. Later on I asked her to have a seat and she started requesting to ignore and crying while inquired and asked her age how see was addicted to porn xyz…She just started saying about her college days how friends made her addicted to that and during all her boobs are visible and I got an instant hard on as she bent in front of me.I tried to hide but she has seen it and there was a blush in her face and directly she placed her hand on my pant and started to massage saying not to reveal and she can. While Kimber slept, I wrestled with fear. Opening her bedroom would open memories I had pushed down. I’d never faced the loss, accepted, the prospect terrifying me. I could never forgive myself.Maybe Kimber was right. Maybe she was far, far more insightful than I gave her credit for.I slept restlessly, tossing and turning so much Kimber complained. She was bright and energetic in the morning, giving me smiles and a kiss before heading off to class.I moped. I wandered the house at loose ends,. "I find it terribly erotic. Do you know the story behind the picture?" No, I can't say I do." Ah well, if you did, I dare say you'd give it a bit more respect. It's by Jean-Honore Fragonard. Painted around 1780, I believe. He went in for informal studies, when most of his contemporaries were doing big set-pieces of dynasties, all lined up under oak trees with their dogs in baronial parks. Well, it seems he was approached by the husband of the woman on the swing, who asked him to do her portrait.