”“You’re a freeloader,” he reminded her. She relaxed a little, feeling slightly guilty. His bulge pushed her panties deeper into her.“What d... I have to do?” she asked reluctantly.“Just keep your legs together,” he ordered her. She closed her legs as he pulled back, releasing the pressure on her crotch. She felt the warm flesh of his cock against the skin of her legs as he slid his pants down slightly. He pushed it in-between the tiniest gap of her thighs and rubbed back and forth. From his. Deacon even bought a copy of it. So did Marcy’s part time lover Ash.I even convinced Ash to let me make a portrait of her. I promised her an 11x14 of it free. I invited her to bring an object. Something she though symbolized her life at the present time. Ash showed up with a doll. I real kid’s doll. I didn’t ask for an explanation, I just set about making Ash’s portrait.The portrait of a forty year old woman with a child’s doll was a hell of a challenge. I shot her sitting on a straight wooden. On the outside, Bambi looked ready for a church picnic, but underneath I felt her sexy body all soft and warm. Her glasses had slid down her pert nose, just enough so she could tilt her head and look at me over the top of them. She looked gorgeous, I thought, like a real woman instead of the teenage girl she so often pretended to be at home. I liked that for some reason and she reminded of my mom, actually."You have to give up Julie," Bambi told me. "I know Lisa talked to you about it, Trent.. This wasn't Wonder Woman!Slowly, and quietly, I moved the pile on my stomach, and saw a crown of red hair moving up and down.I knew that curly red hair... the image of that hair had been etched into my mind less than twenty four hours before."Patty?" I whispered.There was no response. She continued to slowly bob her head up and down my shaft.By holding my breath and sucking in my stomach, I could see the outline of her eyebrows and nose on their upward rise."Patty?" I said, a bit more loudly,.