Like me. Both inside and out though, symbols of La Vierge Marie were everywhere. I craned my neck, getting a better glimpse of the Dormition up on the... ceiling, and wondered about my own Marie, probably still in bed, sound asleep with her new catch.She never did make it to the gallery. After Peter walked me to the station, I took the train back up to Saint-Michel alone, just me and my paintings. Out in the corridor, I passed our neighbor from across the hall. She was a gangly, waifish girl I’d. After what seemed like an hour,(it was actually only about ten minutes) Moses announced "here it cums sissy" his cock filling me with so much cum I thought he was pissing in me. Jousha, pulling out of my mouth stroked his big cock to climax covering my face with his copious load. A couple more men fed me their cocks as I laid exhausted there letting my gaping hole close. I sat up after several minutes, looking around I saw I was alone, I wiped the cum off my face the best I could and headed. "What about your wife, Joe?". "No worries," he replied, "now suck it like I told you to, slut". She took off her glasses and laid them on the coffee table and began to undo his belt. She pulled his pants down and took out the massive hard cock she had been missing since their last encounter. She put it to her lips and licked up and down the shaft and all over the head. She then took it into her mouth and started to go up and down. She couldn't help but allow the soft moans to escape her while. "Are you...in love with me?" I asked tentatively, mortally terrified of the answer."Yes," she replied, "...no. Look I love you like a brother but I'm not in love with you, okay? I guess I love you a little more than just a brother but not..." She trailed off again then stood up and rapidly shed her pyjamas and panties before I could even comprehend what was happening."Just....fuck me!" she demanded.The moment of truth was upon me, and I felt like I was being pulled apart by every sense I had. I.