" How? Is there a maintenance shop nearby?" Just decide," came the reply from someone who now flickered through what I instinctively recognized had to...be each body he'd ever inhabited, before returning to the familiar one.Seeing that, I easily did the same a moment later, before returning to my first body again."This is how I met you," I said happily of my choice."This is how I would have liked to have met you," came the reply."It's how you've met me now," which was all that needed to be. It is famous and I’m sure it will be familiar to you. It is called “Le Dejuner sur l’Herbe” and was painted in 1863 by Edouard Manet. The original hangs in the Musee d’ Orsay in Paris where they have a security system adequate enough to prevent its liberation, so unfortunately mine is a cheap print ... though now that I am an accomplished thief I hope that someday that will change.Cheap print it may be but I do love it.The picture depicts a party of Parisian dilettantes picnicking in the woods.. "I'm cumming!" Cleo redoubled her efforts on Dejah's pussy upon hearing this, and Jordan started to frantically stroke her big cock as she sucked harder on the head. Dejah's cock began to throb and pulse, and Cleo could feel her nuts growing in her hands as she stroked them, as they prepared to deliver their payload. The first huge blast of cum caught Jordan by surprise even though she was waiting for it. Her mouth was suddenly filled to overflowing with Dejah's sweet fluid. It felt like. No she said not at all. Damn I said I'm really turned on right now and I'd love to do it for real. What if I really like it? she said. It was like music to my ears an I told her I would love it if you wanted it all the time. I finished fucking her and then ate my cum out of her pussy so she'd know I was for real. Over the next few weeks we talked about it often. I went to the adult bookstore and rented some really good amateur interacial video's an we watched them together. I also bought her a.