I imagined her so well, I got a hard-on under my sketch pad.I got so involved in my drawing, I don't really know when she noticed me looking at her. I... did notice when she closed the book, stood and started walking toward me. That was when I panicked.You see, it's not unusual for people to want to see my sketches of them. Usually I comply, but this time I was rapidly trying to come up with some kind of excuse so I wouldn't have to show her. Unfortunately, my mind doesn't work that fast.She sat. . We agree the bed isn't the right place for this and move to the floor atleast for now.. Each of you help me to undress... sliding the outer top down my arms to the floor... and can see my breast waiting for the touch from both of you. You both slide it over my head as you caress my breast and your other hand slides to my ass as Marvin's slide down over my hot cunt but not daring to enter just yet as you remove the last piece of clothing I have on; a pair of thongs... I slide down to my knees. We kissed and grabbed at each other, cumming a second time through wild hair and perspiration. I tried to slow down, but my body wouldn't let me. On top of her, I continued to hump, my hips swirling in and out from her. Our pussies slid over each other easily, the flowery flesh of our lips mingling and stimulating each other as we moved faster again, approaching our third orgasm. The climax exploded over us like the surf, bursting and breaking with a power I'd never felt before.I fell down on. She shut the view by pulling down the curtains of the see-through mirror in the washroom.I waited for her to come back. I heard the sound of the splashing of water from the shower. A sudden idea crossed my head. I removed my shirt, banyan, and pants. I walked to the washroom and knocked on the door. She replied from inside, “What happened?”I positioned my mouth close the door and spoke in a hushed romantic tone, “Open the door.” She stopped dead silent, and the sound of the shower stopped..