Of course, all I could talk about was you, and Susan finally started talking about you, too - how nice you'd been, and how polite and everything, and ...even how you'd been so respectful of her dad, even when he was yelling at you and trying to bully you. The way she was talking about you, and the way she keeps asking us questions about you; well, I'd be willing to be cash money that she's got a crush on you, whether she knows it or not. You don't see the way she looks at you, sometimes - but. I set my eyes on the nightclubs although this wasn’t at all ideal, my mom had told me as a teen never to go clubbing on my own as I would be the prime target for the weirdo’s of the world. I chose the easier alternatives of pubs and taverns, as these places are far easier for the staff to keep an eye on everyone. I thought this idea would be a bit lame because all the younger meat would be out partying and having a good time clubbing, I was right, the only men I saw in the pub were guys twice. She watched from the security monitor as the man examined the Budney. He peered at the painting closely without touching it, studying the signature, the brush strokes, even the frame. In spite of himself, he was impressed. Helluva painting to use as a decoy, he thought. He knew what lay behind the painting. He took the oil off the wall and examined the wall safe. Helluva safe, too, he said to himself. Not good enough, though. He knew that, given enough time, he could open it. Hell, he and two. She lifted up on her arms. From the dresser mirror beside the bed, I could see the pleasure on her face. I also watched as her breasts bounced back and forth from my hard thrusts. I reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled back, and she screamed in pleasure. “I am cumming, oh fuck I am cumming on your beautiful cock”Her exclamation fuel my lust. My hips started making short hard thrusts. I felt her body trembling and her breathing became staggered. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I.