She examines each of the paintings, though I’m not sure if she is checking out Wingman’s parts or the abstracted nudes. Probably the latter as she...seems to be a little introspective. I offer her food and drink, but surprisingly, I only have some cheese, bread and a bottle of red wine ... the stuff of romance. I gotta get to the store sometime, HA!Wingman is back in her lap again, curled up asleep, keeping her pinned down to the small sofa. My apartment has only one bedroom, so the living room. I can feel the hardness and thickness of his cock even better as it is pressed against the thin material of my short skirt. He takes his hand off my waist and pulls my hand behind my back and lays it against his throbbing erection. I can feel the thickness of his cock and it is pulsating as his heart races while I grasp it hard. I can now feel the tiny drips of his pre-cum on the palm of my hand as it drips. Slowly I stroke his cock and hear his breath in my ear quicken... I stroke it harder. Go ahead, feel it, insert your fingers and feel me’ she said, as if reading her mind I stuck a finger into the hot wetness. It was soft, yielding, inviting. She twitched as I moved my finger around. In and out I thrust my finger tenderly.‘Like that’ she said. ‘Yesss?.its so warm and smooth.’ I saidBy now I was finger fucking her steadily. In turn she was feeling my cock covered by my jeans and was steadily massaging the meat between my legs.‘Why don’t you take my clothes off now?’ she said I. She said, ‘I think we need to get Jim ready before we go any further.’She swung her legs down on the floor and stood up, Jim got up too. She turned to me and asked, ‘I hope you’re going to give us a hand.’I stood up not knowing what she had in mind. She said, ‘we need to undress Jim and help into his favourite undies.’She started undoing his trousers and I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. She slid his trousers and underpants down his legs and he stepped out of them. I was amazed when I saw.