Fucking Christ! "Morning baby." Kimmie said turning around. "How'd you sleep?" "Ok, I guess. I forgot how much hangovers suck." "Aww r...ough night?" Katrina teased. I shot a quick look at her that simply read keep your fucking mouth shut. "I was fucked up last night. I don't even remember going to bed." A lie, I remebered everything. "Yeah it was pretty rough towards the end there. That last blunt really fucked me up." Katrina said. This is gonna be bad I thought. Exhausted, catching our breath, we laid there spooning, as my prick shrunk slipping out of her incredible ass. After today I knew I would have a new perspective on the sculpture I was working on. We showered again and I suggested we go to dinner. Her quick acceptance thrilled me. After a long romantic meal and perhaps to many drinks, we discovered we shared many common interests. Driving d***k was not among them so I invited Nicole to spend the night at my place above the studio. Giggling she. She told Brady how important this was for her and he promised he would be there. The evening of the opening Brady was headed home to change. He was going to meet Audrey at the gallery. Besides her opening this was going to be the first time he met her parents. They had flown in for their daughter’s big day. He was just about to pull into his drive when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and saw it was from the head of the security detail his agency had provided for a party at the. I surely knew it had to be something sexy sounding and suave, considering his mistress was blowing him, but I didn't gripe about it or stop masturbating, though."Oh, my time is up, damn it," I whined, bringing my phone back. "So, there is a limit to how long I can record. No matter, but this gives me an idea," I chuckled, before I dialed his number. "Yep, reach for your phone, your non-cunt, but horny girlfriend is calling you. You're looking at it now, and waving your hands at Grace. Do you.