As John’s wet, deflating cock slipped from Charie’s mouth it left a long string of jism which stretched into a fine gossamer thread. “HOLY SHIT�...�� he yelped as Charie fell back into Penny’s arms.Stumbling backward John slumped on the arm of the overstuffed easy chair, his semen leaking from his wormlike foreskin onto its upholstered fabric. Looking over at Gary to make sure that he was alright with what his wife was doing he saw that Gary’s was enrapt by the two naked women on the floor. Numerous. She said in her sternest voice, “Get your shirt off. You don’t want it to get all crumpled do you?”Andrew quickly undid his buttons and slid the sleeves down his arms. As he put the shirt with his other clothes his heart beat faster than for a long time in anticipation of going across Nikki’s lap.Nikki glanced at Andrew’s erect penis and wondered if he would cum once across her lap. She wasn’t going to mind. She loved giving men hand and blow jobs so some cum on her bare thighs wasn’t even. When they reached the first cabinet, he let her go. The woman drew her injured hand close to her body, staring up tearfully at him."This is gonna be good, uhh... what's your name again?" Betty," the attractive blond said, pushing the hair from her eyes."Betty," Jack said, cocking his head to one side. "Nice, wholesome-sounding name. We're gonna do something that's not so wholesome, though."He opened the first cabinet and pulled out a large four- legged bench, straps near the bottom and top of. His name was Marty."So Marty are you cool with this?" I asked."If you let the guys take picture while I paint. They won't show your face but I want them in my portfolio," he said."Yeah, I'm cool with that. Just be sure they don't get my face," I demanded."So what do you wanted panted?" he asked."I'm thinking a Harley Davidson set of wings as a tramp stamp," I said.He turned to Jeff and Phil. "You guys said I would be painting on a nude. The tramp stamp isn't on a nude," he said."If that is the.