" I stopped. "What happened tothe painting?"Mr. Gupta looked at me for a long moment. "She had the painting with herwhen she jumped. I suppose the com... as well. It was not found, but itwould have floated away."I sat in the kitchen staring out of the window. I couldn't get the songout of my head. "Irene Goodnight." Did she sing it? Or did her parentssing it to her? The previous night's eroticism came back to me and eyesglazed over I climbed the stairs to the spare room.Shedding my clothes I. It seemed as if my presence there was forgotten; as if she was doing this for her and not me."Mmmmmm," she sighed after releasing Brad's dripping wet cock from the depths of her throat. "Cock tastes sooo much better when it's covered with pussy cream."Todd watched helplessly as Kathy steered her teasing tongue all over his hard cockmeat. Like me, he was amazed at what a cock-crazy slut she had become. He trembled as Kathy's talented tongue traced every vein and ridge bulging from his thick. She reached into my lap and began stroking my dick. Slowly, the way I like it. “Would you like to cum in my mouth?” she asked.But before I could answer she asked another question.“Or would you rather cum in Angela’s mouth?”This was a question that I had an answer for! “Angela doesn’t do cock.” I said confidently.“I’ve got a better idea!” Angela squealed. “Why don’t you come in Beth’s mouth now and in my pussy when we get home? Even I like a good hard cock from time-to-time. That is, if you. ”She scrunched her nose which looked very cute. “I’ll have to go through my dresses to find one I can wear in a tea parlour. Oh, wait! This is not an attempt to make you pay for one! I am sure I can find something.”“Shall I pick you up here, or where do you live?”“Here is better.” She smiled. “You wouldn’t want me to show up where you live either.”“Well, I have a Marine sentry at my door and of course you’d need a boat.”“I mean, where you live when you’re not sailing in a ship.”“I left home.