No one else is there its 10 PM on a Friday Night. You get out and open my door. As I get out , you stop me right at the door and raise up my lingerie,...start sucking each of my nipples getting them so hard that the hurt. I just moan your name as I reach down , putting my hands in your sweats , and start jacking you off to get you hard again which doesn't take very long at all.We walk over to the picnic table and you have me lay down while you go to the end of it and spread my legs wide open in. She laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his crotch, and began kneading his semi-aroused penis forcefully."All right, big boy," she whispered with mock sexiness in his ear, "how do you like that, huh? Turnabout is fair play, you know."Bob laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him to the mattress, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against his tight blue Jeans.He slid his hand up under her skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely. You smile, “It’s cute watching you look at me and want me,” as you continue rubbing my cock. “If I didn’t have you locked up, I bet you’d be fully erect and wanting to fuck me. But you can’t because I locked you up,” and you giggle again. We get to the restaurant and our reservation is ready. We sit down and look at the menu as the waiter comes over and he looks at me asks if we will be having drinks. Before I can say anything, you smile and say “I’ll have a chocolate martini and he’ll have a. I’m sure my eyes must have widened when I saw what it contained. There was a single 8 X 10 color photo, but the photo was of a painting. I was astonished. Without question it was a nude portrait ... of Marty Harris!“Take a look, Marty,” I whispered. “Please?”She did, and her eyes widened. Then she picked up the photo and studied it carefully. “My God!” she murmured. “It’s ... it’s not a picture, it’s a paean of love!” She looked at me with her eyes wide and asked, “Am I imagining things? Is ....