"But why would I ever want to give up sex?!" she said in a pseudo shocked voice when I mentioned that during one of her visits while I was watching he...r painting me. I was able to watch her do this because I only have to hold the right pose for a moment for her to snapshot the image into her memory.Of course she was painting me nude, although she wore an artist's smock to avoid even the slightest chance of a paint spatter needing to be cleaned off of her body afterwards. She worked in oils, and. They were about twenty, one dressed in a hoody and the other a jersey. Neither looked particularly bright, kinda tough and a little on the poor side. “This was worth walking through the dark, man! Look at that fucking ass!”He other took a swig from a bottle and passed it to me. “I would fuck her so hard, she’d split in two.”I took the bottle and knocked back what had to be bourbon. They were staring at my wife’s bare tits and aside from a black string thong, she was for all intents and. I seldom disagree with Godzie, that most perfect specimen of womankind, but I cannot allow her to demean herself by modestly espousing this blatant untruth."He goes on to say that it is his duty, with the goal of uplifting all mankind, to share Godzie in all her wondrous glory, and invites rapturous comment from all red-blooded, discerning males out there who are sure to recognise perfection when they feast their eyes upon it.Then unveiled is a series of fuzzy, shaky (probably the result of. She was very hot. I always used to enjoy watching her assets and she barely noticed my stares. On her son’s 2nd birthday, she held a party for some friends. I couldn’t attend because I had work to do. When I came home at 9: 30pm, she came to me and said, “Roshan, you didn’t come for the party, you must come and have dinner with me”. I agreed and said I would be there at 10pm. I had a shower and went to have dinner with her. She was waiting for me. I had bought a present for the kid. I asked,”.