“Slow the fuck down, please!” Maz said impatiently, getting more and more excited as each number matched the ones she saw on screen... “Sorry!...Forty seven... seventeen...” She said, nervously pausing between each number. By now, Maz was wiggling excitedly in her seat, “Yes, yes? Come on...” “And twenty-five!” CG burst out. “Oh... My... God!” Maz’s mouth was agape. “Read them again, CG! Read them again! Just to make sure.” “I’ve already checked it like ten times, Maz,” CG exclaimed, as. God they smelt good. A mixture of Aunties pussy and a bit of pee. By Now I was bursting out of my boxer shorts. I opened my eyes to inspect the knickers further. I was thrilled to see a couple of aunties dark pubic hairs in amoungst the fibers. I couldn’t control myself anymore and pulled down my boxer shorts and put Aunties dirty knickers around my hard cock. I pulled my cock three times and I exploded with one of the most f***eful orgasms of my life. My spunk was flying everywhere. Some of it. I asked her to lie on the bed against her stomach with her head tilted to the side.She sent me, “I am lying on the bed now.”Our chat went on like this.“You close your eyes and relax your body. I am standing sideways on the floor near to your shoulder. I am applying almond oil on your shoulder. All your stresses get accumulate there. I am sliding my oil-soaked fingertips over your skin. I am circling over your lower neck with my palms. Slowly circling and moving my palms towards your shoulder.. The rest of the world be damned. Just you and the typewriter the entirety of your existence. At least when you’re doing your work. When you’re composing. Inventing. Creating something out of nothing. Turning a blank page into brilliance. That’s what I see.”He chuckled.“What?” she asked.“It just reminds me of my favorite painter. Oskar Kokoschka.”“I don’t think I’ve heard of him.”“He’s a German Expressionist. Jonathon actually has a painting of his in the dining room, which blew me away. It must.