The detail of the lines, the use of nothing but charcoal, yet telling a story in vivid colour was awe-inspiring. Janie was no art critic but they felt... like truly great works of art. She went downstairs to her husband, sketches in hand and asked him where they came from. Steve looked first at the sketches, then at Janie and his face fell. ‘Darling, there’s something I need to tell you.’ ‘What is it dear?’ ‘Twenty years ago I made a promise to you that I would never again turn a woman into a. Sucking it like a lollipop and ice cream.Her pussy juices are coming out and I am drinking all of it and tastes very good. She is pushing my head towards her pussy to do it hard. Licking the clitoris and sucking it.R: ohh, god, bava, kill me, suck it there, I am going to die with this, suck it bava, suck it,I continued to suck the pussy and licking the clitoris,R: come now, and fuck meI spread the legs wide and took my big dick and slowly rubbing on her pussy and clitoris,R: oh, god, I never. As the game was about to end the coach finally wandered over to check out how Jim was feeling and he asked, ‘Just exactly how did this happen? I know the punt got blocked but how did you hurt your leg?’ ‘Well you know Willie, the new deep blocker.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Did anyone tell him he was not supposed to back up?’ ‘You mean he…’ ‘Backed up,’ Jim said nodding. ‘And you did what?’ ‘I stepped forward and as I went to kick the ball I kicked Willie instead.’ ‘So you kicked Willie in the ass and hurt your. Um.. regret doing that..?" Lizzie whispered hoarsely, feeling a horrible sensation in both her stomach and throat coming up. Tears filled her sad green eyes and started to leak out at the thought of the older woman regretting this, even though she planned it all. "What did I do wrong? Am I not pretty enough? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me!" Lizzie said, bawling her eyes out by now and clutching the woman beneath her tightly."No! Lizzie you've got it all wrong, I don't regret anything.