"Thank you for toning things down a bit," she began. "This was a harrowing day for all of us. I understand that for you people this is top news, but f...r me it means that I will never have a chance to make peace with my mother. It means that a person very dear to me was almost killed and it means that we had to confront a violent and armed intruder."This morning, at 8:30 a.m., my friend David Olsen and I were getting ready for his exercises. His nurse had just left and I was changing into a. My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colors. I rubbed bright orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my instincts go.I wanted to create a tableau.I wanted my body to be the same riot of tie-dyed colors as my. I was shocked yet again. But mom never said anything that day but I noticed something different that day. I was having breakfast with grandpa when mom came to serve tea. She was wearing a kurti with low cut so her cleavage was on display. While serving, she bent more than usual and slowly poured tea. Grandpa was surprised and kept looking at her melons. He suddenly adjusted his tool and mom abruptly went inside. All this time I could bet something was about to go down. I made a plan to leave. Bernice caught my gaze and opened her eyes in a silent look of similar reluctance but I had a sudden desire to see that strange cock in action and most especially in action inside my wife’s already well fucked cunt.The thin Englishman perceiving her obvious reluctance was desperate and looked pleadingly at me, “I promise not to take long” and in a combination of sympathy and fascination nodded my assent. Bernice gave me a look of thunder but acquiesced as I ushered her and our new acquaintance.