"Nina grinned, and turned her eyes to the painting.This was a wonderful idea, thought Samantha with a smile, taking in the Renoir herself. Also a str...nge one. Probably fairly mild by Nina's standards...She glanced at Nina, whose eyes were on the painting; her expression was serene, appreciative....still, taking it slow. Easing me into it. She pushed her glasses further up her nose. Easing Nina into it, too. She knows I operate strangely, and she appreciates it, but...She strolled on, past. When she heard she was going to have sex with black men instead of white men, she nearly turned around and walked out. She agreed to stay through dinner, so you need to be charming. Drop your jail-house attitude and dont come on too strong, or you will drive her right out of here. From my experience, she has all the characteristics of a sexual dynamo, but her sexual desires have been somewhat repressed due to a mid-level trauma that occurred when she was about 15 or so. Mark asked, What was. She also caught sight of the bulge in the duvet and was more or less sure she'd interrupted him jacking off. She rolled over to face her husband. They hadn't been intimate for a long time and even when they were Jack seemed less than enthusiastic. What she wouldn't give for a good hard cock now she ruminated. She smirked as she realized that there was one in the next room, only problem it belonged to her son. She felt a shiver as she thought about it and quickly reproached herself. 'What a. Understood?" Mmmph" I heard lips smack. "Yes sir." and the slurping continued more vigorously. The VCR started playing and subtle music played. The top of my dads head startled me as he layed back. I had to be extra careful not to make a sound."Dont act like you don't want it as badly as I do. I know you better. I know you love cock!" mmhmmph" she replied muffled, Inhaled deeply then answered, "Mmm yes sir! *slurp slurp* I do! But he... *slurp slurp* he can't even cum yet!" Mmmm but when.