Then I took a jar or red paint and tipped a little onto the paper letting it run down and through the purple smear.I showed it to Mr. Kincaid. "I call...it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize."Mr. Kincaid's face went through almost the entire spectrum. First white, then pink, red, and purple. He opened his mouth to speak several times, then shut it again, before stomping out of the classroom.I looked at Tami. "Do you think I should sign it Tony, or Sims, or do I need a. "Raven, crawl over here and lick my toes." Raven got on all fours, crawled and began licking and sucking each of Beauty's toes. Beauty looked down, the scene had her cunt on fire. She grabbed a handful of Red's hair and slammed her cock deep into Red's throat several times. "Turn around slut." Then to Raven, "Stop," Beauty commanded. They both obeyed instantly. Beauty moved behind Red, grabbed her hair and slammed her cock into her ass. Red let out a scream. Beauty quickly lashed her ass with. " He trailed off not knowing what to say or do."Will you let me touch you?" she asked. "I can show you how to feel really, really good."Still at a loss for words, Billy simply shook his head. Even though he wanted her badly, he knew this was not supposed to happen. When she reached over and wrapped both her small hands around his rather large cock, he tried to protest."Mom, no!" he exclaimed. "This isn't right." Her hands were soft and cool and nothing had ever felt so good before. Still, he. Tracey would twist until she was on her back and then pull me on top of her and we’d make slow love. On those mornings, it wasn’t about reaching orgasm, it was simply enjoying the feeling of being together, our bodies united. In my apartment one morning, after our lovemaking, she had eased out of bed and into the shower, thinking that I had fallen back asleep. I knew from experience that I’d have about thirty minutes as she got ready. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen and whipped.