Most of the time you never see McLay. He locks himself away in his smelly wee flat doing fuck knows what (being a hermit I suppose) with no TV and no ...riends visiting cause hes not got any. But then about every three or four days he gets himself pissed up on Special Brew. Dutch courage. This gives him the boost he needs to go round everyones door with his yucky yellow teeth and his broken specks and that clarty old chessboard of his. *Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open. Later that day Tammi came into my shop and requested that I paint her friend. I was quick to dismiss her thinking it was another portrait request. Tammi wouldn't let it rest; however, and soon explained your nature. I knew that this was something I had to do."He held the pallet out to Alice. It was filled with pools of vibrant color that seemed to be alive! "This is how I found the pallet this morning. The closer you came, the more vibrant the colors became! It is clear to me that this pallet. She had a way of looking at me that totally melted my heart and tickled my cock. She oozed sexuality.We quickly became a couple. After our first sexual episode she was in love with my cock and I was in love with her slutty attitude and lack of sexual boundaries. She didn’t dress slutty, acted very innocent; but when the right buttons were pushed the slut in her exploded.In the course of the next few of weeks I found out two things about Ann that were both exciting and troubling. First, for her. " I'm still your husband."She made a sour face and said, "Don't remind me. It's been way too longsince I've had a real cock in my life. And stop giving me that sad puppylook. It's just something I need. I'll still be coming home to you..."She paused for effect. "... and your puny pickle."I stood there with my shoulders sagging and my eyes downcast. Alanaembraced me and pulled my face against her generous bosom. She rubbed itagainst me. When I didn't do anything assertive, she took my.