” I got up to position myself behind her, and I placed the tip of my cock at her well-lubricated back door, slowly pushing the head inside, gently s...tretching her. “I won’t break,” she said. “Harder…in one shot.” I pushed. The lubrication helped and I slid in deep, my whole cock filling her tight ass. I didn’t wait for any further instructions. I placed my hands on her hips to steady myself and to hold her, and I began to thrust into her deep hole with a steady and firm rhythm. I felt her ass. As I wandered among the tables of books and artwork and crafts I found myself talking to another fan. Jeff was maybe a year or two older then me and stood about five foot eleven to my five eight and a half. As we began talking and wandering among the tables we struck up a friendship and when he discovered that I did not have a place to stay for the night he invited me to sleep in his room in the extra bed. When he showed me the room Jeff and I walked in and crossed the space between the two. She loved Alifa to distraction as she had for the many years from earliest c***dhood that they had known each other. Alifa was wearing a golden and silver waistcoat, opened at the front, and had titanium rings pierced through her nipples. She was bare from the waist down except for some gauze like shimmering cloth strapped around her legs just below the knees and flaring out to her dainty azure slippers. Her hair was long and straight, shaved at the front, as were her eyebrows to give the. As Sally listened to the plans for the evening she made a mental note to make sure that the master suite above her store was prepared properly for her Aunt to use. As the talk turned to her visit Sally excitedly told her Aunt about the ‘hottest artist in 20 years’ to have hit southern California and he was ‘all hers for the taking’. As she used that phrase, a glance was exchanged that confirmed what each of them suspected. This artist was, based on Sally’s description, not only hers to take.