He spends the day as he normally would. His home is his office, completing assignments there as they come up. Blaine has an oil painting canvas he is ...working on and he uses the good light in the morning shining through the broad windows to put some touches to it. As he paints, he makes sure to keep edging. He strokes his hard cock to keep it erect and proud. It bounces as he moves about and his dangling balls often shift themselves, moving in rhythm to his movements.Often, he goes over to his. Rubbing her foot sensuously on the back of his thigh.Sparks and jolts of pleasure were racing up her entire canal where he filled and stretched her.She urged him on,shedding all her inhibitions for carnal pleasure.His stamina astounded her.Used to Henry,shooting his bolt within minutes.Her fringe,wet and clinging to her brow.Cheeks,inflamed and blue eyes,glassy.She shrieked with pleasure as his black meat pistoned in and out of her white pussy........''YES!Oh,FUCK...YES!'' she mouthed as he. "Twenty-five and widowed. Isn't that sad?"I nodded and got my feet on the floor, my prod having risen manfully. I kissed the lady firmly despite her protests, put her hands down on the foot of her bed, one of my favorite positions for a woman, tossed up her fancy shift and took her from behind before she could complain again. In it went, right to the hilt as I banged my belly against her globular bottom and remembered a farm girl back in Fredericktown, a long time ago.She squealed and moaned. This is going to suck. “That's.....nice....” Jim said...but the look on his face darkened a little. “I'm not a huge fan of charity though.” He probably was eying Bianca's ass as she walked out the door, the little prick. Fucking charity. “JIM! John talked about how I'm good at coordinating appointments, keeping records, helping to organize...and....and other stuff that I do. He was very clear it wasn't just charity. He had been thinking about giving me a raise for awhile. It's not even that.