She decides that she must have his cock soon. She fumbles at his zipper and manages to undo his pants. He has to help her free his erection from his u...derpants. He gasps as she licks the tip of his cock. It has a tangy odor and a salty flavor that she decides she likes. Sheela begins licking his shaft like the girls in the videotape. She finds that she enjoys the obvious pleasure that she is bringing to her friend. She takes the cock into her mouth and begins to suck. Her lips slide up and down. She offered me coffee and we both started chatting. That day she was wearing a red colored saree with matching blouse. Her beauty on flashing navel in saree was killing me.She had the best pair of boobs I have ever seen in my life. They were just like two huge musk melons full of juices. She was looking damn hot like a perfect whore. There were no words to explain her beauty. I was completely dumbstruck. By seeing her I had an instant hard-on but I controlled myself.While chatting I came to. That was true even in the supposed egalitarian parliaments in Europe. I believed, ultimately, that I was the best guard for my own liberty, not the government.“What would you like to do this afternoon?” I asked.“Do you know about Vanessa Beecroft?”“No. Who is she?”“An Italian artist. She does art called tableau vivant. Do you know what that is?”“Beyond knowing it means ‘living picture’ in French, no.”“She uses actual models. She has a work called ‘Made in Italy’ which is at the Institute of. Moaning with my hand over my mouth my body trembling over and over.It was nothing like I had ever felt.But the pleasurable feeling didn't last long; with heavy breathing Iagain felt the burning sensation along my now very large hips and in myabdomen. I couldn't stand it hurt too much. I could feel my gut movingand what I could only think of was the pressure of a womb inside. As theburning continues up my body I saw all of the hair that I did have wispaway leaving me perfectly smooth, and.