The art buddy took those home, and his burnt in memory of the event, and then did the reconstruction. And, when he did, I was shocked at the details t...at he presented. He did his art big. I have a forty eight inch version of the drawing seen here in this story. Instead of zooming in, you need only walk up close to the drawing. It is obvious that the artist tried to save the most graphic images of what happened to my wife and the other girl on stage. He thought that you would just look “closely”. She kissed down her hard belly and breathed along her swollen, wet lips. Carrie moaned and wriggled on the bed as her lips brushed along her labia, wishing she would stop her teasing and just lick her wet pussy. James watched all this is in silence, already feeling his cock beginning to recover. It was amazingly erotic to watch his wife being pleasured by another woman - more so than he had expected. He reached out and began to tease Carrie’s nipples as Sam’s head ducked between his wife’s. “I need to do a load of laundry, if you’ll let me; I need to fill the Rover with diesel and check the oil and coolant; and I’d like to see the trees.”“The jacarandas?”“Yes.”“OK,” said Evens. “But I’m not parking under them. They get corrosive crap all over the car.”“Can we just drive by?”“Sure.”“Can we take you for a final dinner out? Remember, you paid for all of us on Sunday.”“Very sneaky, Willy. Of course.”“Do you eat Italian?”“Only if they’re tender. Though I suppose a ragout, as Swift. ... I couldn wait to get here with you! I wanted you to have me in the worst way! Did you enjoy how... you know... How messy I was?" What do YOU think?" I replied."I think" she said slowly and playfully, "that you absolutly LOVE your whore being freshly fucked and all creamy for YOU, her MAN!" What ELSE do you think?" I continued."I think" she went on, "that YOU might enjoy this as much as I do." And?" I pressedI think that...." She paused and proceeded slowly.... ".... That If you wanted to.