Her fourteen-year-old boy and I were the gofers when it came to groceries or the occasional Chinese take-out. We usually went together so he wouldn't ...e harassed and I wouldn't be too out of place.We were coming back from the little grocery store up the street when it happened. The elevators were broken, which was usual so we were starting up the stairs. At the landing between the first and second floor, four Afro-haired toughs had a girl down on the hard concrete landing. At first I thought it. I was reading and thinking and dreaming.”“Fine.”“Is Stan dead?”“Yes. I’m finished. It’s very sad.”“Is it? I guess so. I would have said bleak.”“Yes.”“But think of ‘The Drover’s Wife.’ The story or the painting. That’s bleak. And lonely. But it’s quite imposing.”“True. And you’re leaving tomorrow?”“Yes. And you?”“I’m staying here for a few more days.”“And then?”“Sydney to ‘do’ the museums and see what’s on.”“Phone me. Leave a message at the Museum and let me know where you are.”“I’ve a friend. .. but so detailed and so nasty... " and she laughed softly, sexily. As he followed her closely, she walked around to each statue again, only this time her hands reached out and stroked the statues, she wrapped her fingers around the huge cocks and slowly masturbated them with a smile on her face. She caressed the women, their wooden breasts, lovingly, lightly rubbing one finger over the nipples the way she herself enjoyed. Then to her own amazement she looked up at Brother Bob and then leaned. Yeah ... oh, I'm going to cum ... oh, fuck me harder ... oh, yes ... ooooooeeeeeee!"I felt her body start to convulse and I drove my cock all the way in and held it there. I could feel her cunt repeatedly squeezing and releasing as her orgasm peaked and slowly subsided. When the spasms stopped and her breathing slowed I began to moved my cock inside her with just slow short strokes.Oh, yes, fuck me more ... oh, please, I want to cum again ... you can do it ... please!"I began to fuck her again,.