She grinned back modestly. I laughed. "You mean, if just wanted to practice?" "Something like," she replied demurely. "It would at least be one way of... seeing what type of reaction I might get." "I suppose we could give it a try. No one would know," I agreed. We were both still grinning. The whole thing was so silly. "I'm game if you are," she said. "Sure. If you want to," I told her, trying to sound quite nonchalant about it. "We could go into my bedroom," she said, considering how to do it.. Finally one of the guys coughed a bit uncomfortably. "Hey did you seethat write up in the local paper about the new artist in town AliciaStedwig? She has her work on display at the museum?" Tom asked lookingat the beer in his hand.While the guys weren't artists this being an artsy town you couldn'thelp but be somewhat in the loop. I actually very rarely read localnews and had no idea that an article came out, for some reason my bloodwent cold."Gregory man, you're the artist what do you think of. My tongue went to work, rolling across her giant areola. Mom and I set into a rhythm now, making the car rock back and forth. After about every ten dick-milking strokes mom would plant my cock as deep as it would go and grind our genitals together. I could feel my cock-head digging at the entrance to her womb."Oh yeah, baby, cock me good!" She groaned.Our i****tuous union became violent now as she began rolling her hips like a mad woman. "OH GOD, SWEETIE, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREAM!" She panted. Her left leg strained as she tried to lift it up, but to no avail. Marcus had the leg hold locked in and with a simple twist he found the knee bar and applied pressure. Anna felt like her leg would snap and wisely tapped out. She rolled away after he released and got to her feet. Marcus rolled to his shoulders and kipped to his feet like a cat. He stood tall and looked across the practice ring at Anna who was sucking wind. ‘That move is what she’s known for Anna. A standing take down that she.