Well, I got the message. And it was silly, but keeping it displayed in the studio as a reference for the smaller pieces meant it was always a temptati...n to do one more thing. I draped it.“Kitten, what would you think if I sent my two paintings that are in storage down to Gerhardt?”“Are you going to release them now?” I heard the hesitation in her voice.“No. Nothing else that I’ve painted measures up to those two pieces. I’d ruin myself if I released them now. I was thinking of putting together. I'm 35 y tbe way and often meet up with oldrr women, the oldest being a 71 year old who convinced me she was 58. AnywaysI pulled my prick even harder h der the shower and gave my ass a nice massage with 3 fingrrs buried there. That got the cum flowi g again. I didn't feel as horny then.Dressed just in tight short shorts, t shirt n sandals, shorts not leaving much room for the imagination.I headed to the local Tesco to get something for breakfast. Ot many there ut I had a good luck anways,. Mike had not said a word.Jan turned to him and said well – are you.Can I.Well it will be under my control. It will be in this room – not in our bed, or her bed. It will not happen in their house. If it gets out then you will be determined as a predator. I will be here and make sure that she knows what she is getting into and it will apply to you as well.He will be getting into me.Shit Jan said – you are not shy are you.Well if I am prepared to have you as a witness then I cant be.Witness or. ." Again, I let my voice fade to a whisper as I caught her chin, turned her face back to me, and bent my neck to kiss her, gentle and slow, with my lips and heart alone. Chaste, perhaps, but obviously the kiss of a would-be lover, not the perfunctory, forced peck of a son."Mom," I husked, throat raw with emotion and need. "I need you, I love you. Not just as my mother, but for who you are, the woman you are. I love you, I swear it. And I want to be with you in every way, be your lover, share.