I'd not seen anything, but I came across a quote and have looked him up on the Web." What did he say?" 'Non-figurative art is the manifestation of the...creative power of abstract man'." That's very deep." Yes. So are his pictures and his sculptures. There's a book about him. I sent for it."As a concrete-abstract painter during the 1950s and 60s, Olle Baertling (1911-1981) developed a personal pictorial universe, while also occupying a firm position among the "Salon des Realites Nouvelles" and. Donna fumbled with the belt of my trousers, as I tried to work my way out from under the sink. She no longer tried to secure her towel, allowing it to fall from her body and on to the kitchen floor. I worked my way out from under the confines of the sink and sat up, just as Donna sat back on her butt, her hands positioned behind her, her legs spread wide. I could see the moisture build up on her shaved pussy. She bit down on her lower lip, as I crawled on all fours toward her. Donna slipped. "You should have water. The caffeine isn't good for that headache."She closed her eyes and sighed, praying for just a little more strength, before turning toward the good doctor. He meant well, she told herself, even if he was being annoying."I thought you left."He took the cup out of her hand, looking into it first with a sneer of disgust at the dank ring that had been etched into it's smooth rim. Then he handed her a bottle of water that was so cold condensation was running down the side and. Her limbs were quickly restrained, which heightened her panic, but that panic dissipated when something nudged her dripping pussy. She moaned, and her body relaxed slightly, her head moving side to side to see tentacles around her wrists, and then she remembered the Nek-Tem. Relief flooded her body as she realized the egg had been broken because it had hatched, not for some other reason.Once she had stopped struggling so hard, the tentacle between her legs pushed slowly at her wet entrance,.