Her eyes were closed and her lips displayed an almost sinister expression as she lay there waiting for her turn to messaged. "I don'...t want you to break any nails" was all she said with her eyes closed and a smirk on her face. Which is why she removed her bra I thought. My heart skipped a few beats. I didn't know what to do, where to look, or where to touch her. I was scared shitless! and trembling. Here we were, our bodies covered in sweat, me horny as. Are you OK?" Not really. I just can't erase those images from my mind." Do you wish to come over? Sometimes it helps to talk things out." I don't want to impose on you." Nonsense, I was about to cook supper. Come on over and grab a bite." How about I come over, but I'm across from Kelly's on Revere Beach, and I could pick us up a couple of their roast beef sandwiches." I see you know the path to a woman's heart." Is that all it takes, a roast beef sandwich?" No, silly. All it takes is relieving. What a scene which is not describable. The inner lips and way are in pink color while her clitoris is in dark pink color. I squeezed her clit and fingered her pussy hole. She is moaning aaaahh…..put one more finger ….do it continuously without stopping. I am excited on listening her words and moving my fingers in her pussy very speedily. She lost her control and by catching my two hands she lifted me to her body. She caught hold of my cock and gave way to it to go into the heaven hole of her. “Charles, do you think a woman like Francine would make a good model? Can you see a woman like her in the classical pose of a Roman nymph or a Greek muse? Or do you think something more modern and abstract like a Picasso would better suit her more voluptuous figure? “What do you think Francine? Turn around sweetheart and show us your lovely body.” Francine strikes up a mock chorus girl ‘grand-finale’ pose and I say, “Come on Fran, I’m being serious, I’d like to explore this theme. Which is.