”“You bet I do. I’ll ride naked and get dressed there.”“If you do, I’ll suck your dick at my desk.”“That’s getting boring. I want to... fuck you at your desk.”“All in due time, lover,” I said, “Go get your clothes and let’s go.”He turned and walked out of the room as I stood to look at myself in the mirror. Wearing a tight white cotton skirt that ended just above my knees, I tried not to admire my legs too much. A light blue blouse and matching pumps completed my attire. The skirt, though not. “Ummmm,” she moaned at first trying to break the kiss when his tongue probed at her closed lips.“Let me in, Ginny. I want to taste you.”
“Oh, David, I donʼt think...”
 But again his lips were on hers and as her breathing quickened, her heart feeling as if it would pound right out of her chest, she surrendered, his tongue entering her now eager mouth.“Ohhhhhh, David,” she gasped when the kiss was finally broken.“Ohhhh, Ohhhh,” she moaned as his kisses found her neck, ears and throat. She knew. Her portrait could hang on the wall facing us as we stand. The sculpture and supporting work will be behind. Do you think that would work?” Artsy and Dan kicked around details and variations of her idea. Dan finally agreed that he understood enough that he could get his carpenter involved in building. “Okay, that’s settled. There is just one more minor detail to be worked out for the open house. Laura and I always host the artist, but I don’t even know who he is. Mrs. Patron has never told me.. She grabber my head from up top and started pressing towards her. Her gown was over my head and I was inside her gown. I lowered a little more and her bally came in front of my, I kissed her and made circles with my tongue on her bally, I could see the stretch mark on her lower abdomen, she was shivering now, then I lowered her little more and her boobs came in from of me. I started biting on her bra; she was enjoying every bit of it. I started licking her cleavage and rubbing my face on her.