A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes li...e the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit".I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed the plunger as he worked the dildo into my cock pit. He would push it in pull it out, squirt some more lube on the opening then push it in again until he finally had all 6 inches of the dildo in my fuck. ‘We…we shouldn’t be doing this here…in the…Ah!…kitchen,’ she murmured as his hands continued to drive her wild after the kiss ended. ‘What…Oh!…what if someone comes to the door?’ ‘Good thinking,’ Matt said. He took her hand and led her into the living room. He had her lay down on the sofa, knelt next to her, and resumed his avid exploration of her willing form with lips and hands. Her skin was so warm, so silken, and her response to his touch was so wild. A constant stream of gasps and groans. ”“Oh. Who was the artist?”“Leonardo da Vinci, Paul.”“Wow! So these are copies of that picture?”“In a way, but not exactly copies. Leonardo wrote that he had done eight sketches of the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian, in preparation for a later painting of the same scene. Only three of these drawings are known to exist at this time, all of them in major collections.”“You are suggesting these are others of the same set; not later copies?”“That is what I am seriously thinking, if we can get them. It is a pretty little place down in this area. We'd probably just be in the way if we tried to go inside now. Why don't we go over to the other building?"Tony took the scenic route cutting across the historic district while heading east towards the islands. In less than half an hour he pulled into the newly paved parking lot in front of the new pre-fab building. The brick façade seemed completed, so from the front you couldn't easily tell that it was a pre-fab building at all.Tony took his key.