Oh, God! He releases my hand and grabs my ass, pulling me hard against his mouth. Oh, God! He eats me with vigor and my climax is already building. Wi...hdrawing his tongue from my pussy, he finds my sensitive clit."That... that feels incredible!" I moan, jerking with each lick. The tingling intensifies exponentially with each lick, craving his tongue's return.His hands massage my bottom and separate my cheeks. One of his fingers strokes around my puckered asshole, which shocks me. We never. Peter pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, feeling it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her."Oohhhh, fuck me!" she. Another woman had never been one of his fantasies…at least he never mentioned it before.After I stopped sputtering on my gin and tonic I asked if he was serious. He was. Then I asked him if he had lost his mind. He had not. He assured me that this was something he had been thinking about for a long time and had just been waiting for the right time to broach the subject. My asking him what he wanted for a present seemed like a golden opportunity to bring it up.Was it the gin talking or just. " Peter muttered as he stared in awe at the painting of him about to plunge his cock into Meagan's virgin pussy."Think of it this way," Debbie explained. "It's not OK to think about having sex with Meagan when you look at her in real life. But when you look at paintings of Meagan, you can fantasize about doing whatever you want to her. I think we've already established that just looking at the shape of Meagan's body is quite sufficient to make you hard for posing, so I don't think this should.