He had always been the perfect gentleman to her, and while she'd obviously had some fears when she moved in, those had subsided as they had gotten to ...know each other. Donnie was a gentleman on the outside, but inside, the thought of his renter's lean, athletic form had been the fodder for a couple of masturbation fantasies in the time since he had caught an illicit glimpse of her butt on her way back to her room one evening.At the time he was certain she didn't know what he'd seen, as the towel. 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. My wife said her face became contorted and she struggled to engage conversationally with her friends on the stage above. She said her pussy was pulsating like no other and she started to convulse. Then the finger pulled out of her pussy and she felt off of her chair and into the arms of the Black Janitor. The Black Janitor carried her to the corner of the room and whispered that out of respect, she ought to wait for a man her own age to take her virginity, but would be happy for her to suck. She wanted him as soon as possible. Sam, Ashlee and Jessica spent one night in bed together sampled each other and talked about the men in their lives. Sam kept praising her brother. She never slept with him, but saw him naked coming from the shower to his bedroom. She also watched him as he made love to one of her girlfriends. She saw how big he was and started telling her friends about him. When Jessica heard about him, she vowed to have him next. As Jerry left, he let Mike into the house.