“Ees vaffanculo,” he said, grinning.“What is?”“Fuck off. In Italian. Ees ‘Eh! Vaffanculo!’”“Don’t encourage him,” said Mel, taki...g my wrist as if I were a naughty toddler. The curator started to hang the original painting and I learned a neat trick: they put marbles between the back of the painting and the wall! Unless there’s an earthquake the marbles just sit there undisturbed, held up by the weight of the painting, which will always hang slightly forward. But if you try to take the painting. Her breast was jumping up and down with every stroke. Her eyes were tight shut and so were her lips. From time to time she got her tongue out and rolled it over her lips. She was surely enjoying this. The thought of me being the instrument of her pleasure made my cock hard and wild. At this moment we were both participating in this wild session with full involvement. She was feeling orgasms over orgasms. As, I was ready to cum I pulled my dick out of her but she grabbed it and guided it right. All day she would sweat in thesun, at night she wished Mac would have sex with her once again. Afterher beaver got used to the size of Mac's cock she started to enjoy it,but now master told Mac he would have to wait till after the child wasborn to have sex with her again.She gave birth to twins 5 weeks later. She thought the pain was worse thebeing hit in the nuts. But as she pushed the first one out she felt goodinside, she had given life. The clothes she wore before she was pregnantno longer. She smiled and led me into the house and into the family room where Connie and friends were waiting.“How have you been?” asked Connie.“Very well” I responded, not really knowing what to say. “How’s my wife?”“She’s good” replied Connie. “She’s been taken well care of and been taught quite a bit for the past many days. I’m ready to reintroduce you back to one another, yet you both still have one more test.”“Oh?” I asked, inquisitively.“Yes” replied Connie, but first, empty your pockets.I did as.