But after a minute or two, Kristal, getting up, said, “l need to run to the bathroom and empty out.” I guided her right back down and said, “hel... no, I want my full sloppy seconds”. I quickly flipped her over onto her stomach, and pushed her legs together to minimize leakage. I then straddled her, and reached under her pelvis to lift her ass slightly to give me a better angle to penetrate her soaking wet and cream-filled pussy. With that, I reclaimed my wife’s pussy as I slid my tool inside her. But I wanted to make sure the archbishop got the message. The woman in the painting was a prostitute. Giving up everything she believed in to become the one thing that was beyond her grasp.The trickiest part was getting models for the piece. A man mounting a woman thrown down on her back with her head turned aside, her eyes glistening, but tears resolutely held back by her determination. I needed a model who couldn’t be recognized. And I had to carefully pose the couple so contact was implied,. I think she just got busted for possession, but I'm not sure. I don't think she was dealin'." I don't think she had the money or the brains to deal. But, at least, she is out of the picture for a bit, anyway. Listen, where all did you serve, so we can get our stories straight?" Well, I was in 'Nam for 4 tours, then Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan and Iraq in Desert Storm. Plus, I served as an instructor at Bragg." Ok, well we can say we met at Bragg and then again in Panama. I've been both places.. She looked amazing, again long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, loose fitting tank top over what looked like a skimpy Bikini top peaking out from underneath, and again some form fitting leggings, hugging her toned ass and legs (Matt was a ass man, everyone knows there are two types of guys, Guys who like tits, and guys that like ass, Matt was the latter). Chloe waved as he got out of the car"Mornin!" she said "thanks for showing me around, I was getting stir crazy and wanted to get out.