He was, in turn, munching my arse sucking and licking it and probing deeply with his tongue. We must have rimmed one another for a good ten minutes or...more and it was fucking fantastic. Then Mr.Brayfield got me to lay on my back with my legs spread whilst he pushed a spit-wet finger up my arse."Is that nice?" he said wriggling his finger inside me.All I could do was moan so he pushed another finger into me."Let me work your tight hole open a bit," he said, "Do you want another finger?" Oh! Yes. We put in eye drops and headed home.We watched tv for a bit then i went upstairs to pretend to go to sleep and jerk off to my new neighbor crush- i got ready for bed brushed my teeth, when tracy came upstairs-"I'm gonna crash too- your dad is asleep on the couch-" I could hear his snoring loud and clear, "ok" i said "thanks for letting me hang out today, it was fun" No problem, you were hilarious" she said as she headed into her roomFrom a distance through the cracked door i could see her drop. She maintained the pose through a thunderous round of applause and then grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room.“This is what we mean by the influence of Literature on the Arts,” Merck lectured. “It is not replicating a scene, but letting words flow through the artist to inspire artwork. Is Blackburn’s Inferno an illustration of Dante’s Inferno? How could you be so dense as to think that? It is an artwork inspired by a piece of literature. But not just the literature. This work was equally. She was a tall, skinny brunette with long legs and perfectly large, round tits. When she bent over to place her ball on the tee, I got an incredible look down her blouse at her giant tits, and all my hormones rushed back to me. I tried to get a better look at her, but after she crushed her tee shot, they moved down the course and out of sight, leaving me there with a giant boner in my pants. I had to jerk-off...now. “Hey, Dave!” I called out, grabbing his attention. “I’m going to go to the.