He of course as a painter, went to Paris to become famous. But he was not so yet. She would become his best known subject, but his portrait of her w...as a great controversy. It took a generation before it was displayed, after the uproar. Yet, she was more modestly dressed than more accepted works of art at the Acadamie des Beaux-Arts' Salon a generation before her likeness was painted.“I am genuinely curious now. What painting is it? Have I seen it?' Zelda's eyes shone and she took a sip. This is a high power international gathering so security will be tight. Just look at the heavyweights at the gates with auto-weaponry. Keep your head down and ass clean while we’re here because if they deem you to be a security threat someone may well decide to shoot you down like a mad dog, not that I would blame him or her.’ The guards at the gate checked them out thoroughly and ignored the kid on the back seat. Thirty yards short of the resort hotel entrance canopy a dark-suited and smiling. .. oooh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, GOD, OH, oh, oooh, oooh, oh, Ray, oh, Ray. Cum in me, baby. Gimme your cum. Fuck me."It wasn't for lack of trying, that's for sure. It really felt good to again give a grown woman an orgasm. I was secretly worried that my dick would be too small. I mean, I'm just thirteen, she's about thirty. But, I guess she's happy.Then, "Oh, oh, yeah, I'm ... UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh."Etta had brought her legs up around me scissoring me deep into her where she held. I could tell she was close to cumming. I didn't want her to cum yet so I stopped and told her to ride me. She hopped on and rode my cock like a true pro. After a few minutes, I could tell she was close to coming again. I pushed her off of me and then had her get on all fours. I tried to take her from behind but after a few thrusts, I could tell that I was penetrating to deep for her. I don't find fucking fun if I have to control how deep I go. So, I needed a new plan. I rolled her over and did.