Wondering how she could be so gifted.As she continue this, I made my way around and started removing her short shorts. As I pulled down her panties, s...e came around, kissing me passionately.Slowly licking my fingers, I then rub her clit slowly and in a perfect circular motion.The she tells me, "Put them in baby! Finger me please."I didn't hesitate much. I entered her virgin pussy with my two fingers. Slow and gentle. She moaned as I entered her. I slowly began to finger fuck her nice and smooth. She really couldn’t believe that the knot was insideus. It was bigger than my fist. I told her to see how he tastes. She didn’t want to atfirst but eventually did give him a tentative lick.After seeing it didn’t taste that bad she stuck it inher mouth and made a show of giving him a quality blowjob. He was humping the air trying to get more in hermouth. I was impressed that she was doing her best toget it all down her throat. By now I had a massive hard on myself. I got behind. She wandered from piece to piece without paying much attention. Her interest for art had somewhat dissipated after the recent events. Her thoughts were bouncing all over the place remembering details of her last two conversations. One short, one long. One powerful, the other a flirter’s dream. One orgasmic, the other kinky and equally enjoyable.---------------------------------She spent the last two hours of the exhibition lost in her recent memories. She was still day dreaming when a voice she. Any contact. Her fingers gently brushed the hair off my forehead, and her voice soothed some of the disturbance rioting through my soul. “Are you going to speak? Or are you one of those deprived monks that hide out in caves and eat crickets, and moths, and things?”That made me smile.Her voice raised an octave in pitch, and many decibels in volume. “You actually smiled! Tommy Morrison can smile.” She held her face in her hands like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Her crooked smile was just comical.