The icons have that effect on Orthodox worshipers, but there are also non-Orthodox who are moved by the beauty of the work and the message conveyed. I...’m guessing you haven’t been to the Art Museum?”“No. We went to the Natural History Museum and the Museum of Science and Industry on school field trips, but not the Art Museum.”“Think about it this way - has a movie or TV show ever made you want to cry? Or made you feel happy?”“Sure.”“Well, paintings can do that, and a whole lot more, as well.”“I. I felt her skin become slippery and I knew my dick was already drooling.“Listen, Alex, I hope you are like me: for the first time in my life I feel like I’ve got somebody to love and hug and laugh and do silly things and roll in the bed with. Do you feel the same way? Do you trust me?”“Yes, Mikey, I trust you. I know you’re a good man and you’re just like me and we’re both trying to understand what love is all about. I think we’ve got a chance to be together for the rest of our lives. Is that. ”“No, Chuck, it didn’t. If you had somebody scheduled to meet me this morning, then you scheduled it no later than yesterday, so it could have been put in my calendar. When did you actually schedule this meeting?”Chuck’s eyes widened and he began to sputter. “No, no ... it wasn’t like that ... I mean, yes it was the other day, but no...”“Forget it. What possible reason could I have to meet this guy?”“Woman. Tracy Shelburne.”“Nobody cares, Chuck. What possible reason could I have to meet this. “Just like that!” I gasped. “I’m a schoolgirl slut thanks to the pill!”It controlled me.I came so hard.The joy of my orgasm rushed through me. That wonderful, delicious heat swept through my body. I gasped, my cunt writhing and spasming about her digits. She jammed them deep and hard into my cunt, teasing me as the cream gushed out of me.Her lips abandoned my clit to lick up the spicy juices flooding out of me. Her tongue danced around her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. I groaned, my.