The pressure is building inside of her for release. She feels a shudder from his body as her cock goes in and out of his ass. She spreads his cheeks w...de with her hands watching her cock move. She stops stroking, grabs his hand and puts it on his cock, "Keep it hard" she whispers in his ear. While her hips move against his ass, the base of the dildo pressed against her clit, she places her hands on her breasts squeezing and stretching the nipples out. Oh now she's ready, very ready. Her hands. I put a hand up politely, burning to ask a question. “Yes, Cindy.” “Wasn’t it odd to start a huge painting while he was doing the ceiling?” Giorgio nodded and smiled at my question. “It is a good question, Cindy. Michelangelo was a supreme genius. Like other such figures… Leonardo… Newton, they were never at rest. Who is to say why and when he did what he did. We cannot tell. Anyway, turning to the original painting - the sample as it were. On consulting our archive, we have uncovered an entry. Same thing with Dylan's grandfather a Clare look-a-like was there and in all three cases she disappears without a trace ofher ever existing. She is a common thread through the last threegenerations, always involved with the family; she can do magic, and candisappear completely. She doesn't stray very far, we think she is stillclose by, and may re-insert herself into the family again. We can't leton that we know about her. If we find her, we can get a lead on who'sbehind this disaster in the. She smiled and then looked out her window. I changed the radio channel and smiled to myself, we were suddenly speechless as we rode home. The more we drove in silence, the more I thought that what had happened, had never happened. It certainly had happened, I had the movie to prove it. I wondered if maybe Jenny was so embarrassed by the moment that she now regretted it and maybe even hated me for it. But that couldn’t be, she had smiled at me and had so eagerly jumped n my truck. I looked over.