That was when he was still painting in oils. The picture had worked out well, a fair-sized canvas covered with naked masses of writhing men and wome... entwined, men and women copulating, men and men, women and women. He had achieved a kind of hypnotic effect. Your eye was led from figure to figure until it tangled in the seething huddle of naked humanity. Like most of his paintings, its sensuality was overwhelming, not so much because of the eroticism of the subject, but because the. "I'll remember that, Sally," he vowed. "I swear to God I will." I know, Jake," the other woman said with a knowing smile. "That's why I'm going to win the other pool." What other pool?" Oh, my, will you look at the time?" She walked away and Jake could still hear her hearty laughter as he strolled down the hallway to his room.His morning classes teased him a little bit. It seemed everyone in the county knew they had gone somewhere together. They tried all sorts of ways to inquire about the. “Mother!”Sherry watched her mother drive off. Otterly waved goodbye to her. Once Alice was gone, Alex hit the garage opener. The door slowly opened.“Follow me, kids,” Alex said.The four kids, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, followed him into the darkened garage. Sherry brought up the rear. She hit the button that would turn on the lights. She hit the next switch that would close the garage door.There are all kinds of ways to teach someone how to repair an automobile, but they all boil down. I imagined that we had gotten to our destination.He reached between my legs and began to rub my clit with one hand. His hands were large and he was rough. He rubbed my clit so hard, I wasn't sure whether he was doing it more for his pleasure or mine. I was hardly receiving any pleasure from the pressure he was applying on me. I fidgeted trying to get away from his hand, but the seat belt locked me in place."Softer please." I moaned.While playing with my clit he reached his other fingers to my.