The camera on the tripod was still filming us when I groaned aloud and my seeds piled into her open ass. Almost instantaneously, she sqealled and I fe...t her involuntarily squirting her juices over my balls and Dee’s face, soaking her as Dee lapped gleefully at her soaked pussy. On seeing this, her husband too came, pumping his seeds once into Dee’s pussy and the rest over his wife’s face. I slipped out and watched my cum gurgle from her pulsing ass hole, dribbling down her pussy and into Dee’s. So she had put the leather strapped outfit on. Her small tits picking out and pussy fully exposed. I tell her “I can see you just want to get down to business when he gets here” She just smiles and says “hell yes” Soon enough 8pm roles round and the door bell goes. I answered the door and introduced my self. And take him into the lounge where C is sat leg crossed on the sofa. As he walks in she uncrossed her legs reviling a very freshly shaved pussy. The lad walks over and gives her kiss and. I had to be very careful where I stepped. When I got to the wall, I moved to a spot near Driscoll's apartment. I stopped to check for anyone who might see me and saw no movement or open windows. There were no lights in any apartment, but the one on the side of the building was brighter than I expected. It really lit up the area. I took out the pellet gun and rested it on the wall. I took careful aim and fired at the light. I was lucky and hit it with the first shot. It made some noise, but not. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn’t that he didn’t like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery – The Met, in fact. No… the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn’t like. Something about the way his voice could be lilting one moment, then rough as a lumberjack the.