After she was undressed I got some pictures of the two of them exploring each other’s bodies Shawna was having a great time licking Dales wet pussy....After about five minutes of this I had to join the pair on the bed as I couldn’t let them both have all the fun. I asked Shawna if she would sit on my face as I lay on the bed and asked Dale to sit on my monster which she was happy to do as we had not finished what we hard started earlier. As Dale was sliding herself down on my tool she decided to. Hell, in my whole life! You're great, and you're trying so hard to please me. It's not you, it's me." As this cliché slipped out, I inwardly cursed myself for being so chicken-shit. But I still wasn't ready to admit what the real problem was.She looked back up at me, her hair wild, her eyes filled with tears, and I couldn't help loving her, her petite form which made me feel strong, her soft yielding flesh which I could feel pressing against me. And I hated myself for loving her and yet. " Tell that to my parents. I'm 'wasting time', according to them. They keep reminding me that college is eating away at my wedding fund, for God's sake. They think I should be on my second kid by now." You'd be on your third if you hadn't made some really hard decisions."Kendra juggled some cutlery and dropped it in the sink. She sighed again and leaned on the edge. "I'm not proud of that." I can tell." I don't know why I tempted fate. Maybe I just thought if I weren't meant to be with a guy,. A glow of mutual respect, caring, and something else. Dare I even call it love?I painted like that, in silence. The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Something was different now. Zoë felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish; waiting for me to make my move. When the last bush stroke was laid down, I nearly dropped my brush and pallet. I.