"Hi dad." I greeted my father as I entered the kitchen."Oh, hi," he grinned over his shoulder distractedly, "be a dear and drain the peas for me."Mum ...was away at yet another of her conferences; that was the problem with having a career woman for a mother, you never saw her and as I had that thought I wondered for the first time how my father felt about it. He always seemed cheerful, yet it had never occurred to me that he might miss mum while she was away. Then I wondered whether dad had worked. “His amazing penis has really turned my life around. I’m so much happier these days. I really think you should write him a thank you card, sweetie.”“Seriously?!” John exclaimed. “Hey thanks for fucking my wife?”“Exactly.” Dawn said with a smile. “Thank you for reminding my wife that sex can be enjoyable. That not all men have cocks the size of a Vienna sausage. Thank you for making my wife squirt by sliding a finger up her ass as you fucked her.”“He what?! You never let me touch your butt. I’ve. I want to do lots of nudes, in different positions. I want to do male and female nudes, full frontal, graphically displayed. I want to draw lovingly detailed penises, vaginas, pussies, cocks. I want to paint erotica. Fuck that, I want to do hard-core pornography. I want to detail the faces of women in the throws of orgasm, heads thrown back, mouths open in shrieks of passion. I want to illustrate the fierce triumphant bellow of a man in mid-ejaculation, just before his roar turns to a. As she grew closer to the climax she so desperately sought, she reached down and gripped his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin, and he gripped her ass harder, lifting and slamming her down. Sweat was pouring off both of them, the room filling with the musky scents of their sex. She felt as if she were a volcano waiting to erupt and when it started, she threw her head back and the cry that escaped her throat was more like an animalistic howl then a human cry of pleasure. At the same.