“There’s real passion in your drawings,” her artteacher said. She coughed, blushed, but didn’t saywhy: she masturbated while d...awing.On the nights she was alone, she lay on her stomachon top of her quilted bedcovers and drew on hersketch pad the unicorns and the serpents, the dragonsand the gryphons, the severed head of Medusa thathaunted her dreams and now her days as well. Shealways drew the head of Medusa without the eyes; shecould never draw the eyes her hand. I got distracted by the sound of the thick, heavy raindrops. There were frequent thunder and lightning too. Hmm… what was I thinking? Oh yes, sheela.I used to enjoy watching her, casually and innocently. At her face and hands. At her body and those lovely saris. At that absolutely flawless skin. She never minded the attention showered upon her and the mischievous looks from her husband’s bachelor friends (including me), but used to talk with all of us very cordially and jovially.She was a. She sucked the remaining droplets of his creamy load off the tip of his cock and the gently licked it."Mmm," She moaned deeply as she tasted her sweet reward for a job well done.Charlie collapsed back onto the bed. His breathing was fast and deep. His black monster lay limp between his legs. Susan had tamed the beast.She laid her head on the top of Charlie's left leg. Her lips and chin were coated with his creamy white cum. She glanced at his shiny limp cock lying close to her. I saw her smile. I took my hand and started rubbing her leg. She moaned and I moved my hand down to her pussy. She grabbed her sweatshirt that she took off earlier and put it over her lap. I finally made it to her pussy and she had to cover her mouth. She was so wet once I made it down there. I rubbed her pussy nice and slow and she was trying not to make it obvious. I could tell she was close to cumming. My cock was now rock hard. The flight attendant came over and told us to put up our trays. I thought this.