That's never happened and I was worried you were starting to lose interest."I just shook my head in agreement. We continued talking the rest of that n...ight and amicably agreed that we'd tell my wife together that we were ending things.About two days later, we finally had the chance to tell my wife. I did the talking.I said, "Hey, since it's just the three of us, I want to let you know that you don't have to worry about Judy and I anymore. We've decided to end this."My wife said, "I'm happy to. "Yes Michelle I will I promise just dontttt stoppppppppp oooommggggggggg cccuuummmmiiinnnggg". she moans.My hand immediately sildes down to her wet pussy as i rub it i push her panties off. Ilifting her hips to allow them to come off. Then I quickly strip mine off knowing that i only have like 15 mins before dad shows up. I tell her to eat my pussy and make me cum. She slides her head down my stomach and between legs I feel her tongue begin to lick my lips and at that moment we both moan. she. Her panties smelled so wonderful, I wanted to rub them on my cock but I had a lot of pre-cum coming out and didn't want to make a mess on them. I was feeling so hot and horny I wanted to blow my load. I took the panties and flipped them inside out and looked at the cum on them. It was starting to turn me on thinking about her having this glob of cum in her pussy. I kept imagining them fucking and her talking nasty to me. I kept stroking, getting more and more aroused. I took the panties and. I didn't paint museum pieces.Not until I painted Allison.It was a stark shift. The computer screen lit up with the portrait I'd done of Shiela. It was a technically perfect snapshot in oil of a beautiful lady. But that was as far as it went. If I donned the persona of an art critic, I had to say the artist was disinterested. The next painting that came up on screen was the flaming hell portrait of Allison. It was as if two different artists had put the color on the canvas. I couldn't say it was.