She was smart with a great sense of humor.I said, "Ruth, a mid-December show will push me. I can't promise twelve or fourteen paintings by the first o... December."She grinned. "My gallery is smaller. How about eight?" That's possible. We'll talk later."She nodded acceptance.I looked at David Bailand. Unlike Ruth, the second I met Bailand I disliked him. I couldn't put my finger on why I disliked him, except to say he seemed too slick, too put-together, sort of unreal, which probably wasn't fair. He walked up to her and put his dick next to her face, she turned her head away and he said if you want me to leave suck my dick. So she said ok and sucked his dick, while she was doing that he was rubbing on her pussy. She was getting wetter, he felt that pulled out of her mouth and got on top of her. She covered up her pussy with her hands, so he started to kiss her neck and started to suck her hard nipples. She enjoyed it and she took her hands off her pussy and opened up her legs for him.. I enjoy the orgasmic look in his dreamy blue eyes for a few strokes more before I answer."I want you're cum inside me," I pant, squeezing my pussy against this dick as tightly as I can. "Cum inside my pussy." Bobby needs no further encouragement, and unloads on the next stroke. Buried to the balls inside me, he gasps as wave after wave of his sperm erupts into my tight pussy. I can only cum with him, hearing myself thank him over and over for cumming inside my cunt.Once completely spent, Bobby. Then she turned and met my eyes."You're not going to be single much longer, are you?" Doesn't look that way," I replied.Lynn gave a small nod of her head. She appeared lost in thought for a while. Then she again nodded her head slightly, having decided whatever she was thinking about."Can you excuse me for a minute, John?" Sure."With that, Lynn gave my hand a squeeze and then headed toward her bedroom. I sat, a little confused, but not nervous, I realized. I wasn't drumming my fingers and I.