Feeling his stare on my unprotected breasts, over my hips and down my legs, I would catch a glimpse of his paint brush, clutched in his boney hand and... he stroked his chin with the other. He circled me for some period of time. It seemed like an eternity, but I was the one being visually molested. I jumped when he finally ordered me to sit in the chair and face him, taking his seat at his easel. I sat down on the draped chair as he studied my posture. Then he ordered me to turn slightly to my. . roll over so I can lie on top of you with you still in me." I did.We rested that way for a long while, catching our breath. Initially I had softened, but as we lay there I felt myself stiffening again ... lengthening out inside Erin. She lifted her head to look at me and smiled softly, "I love that David." Me too," I grinned back at her. Then a thought occurred to me. As far as I knew, Erin had been with me for almost a full day now. "Erin, what about your boyfr ... Christopher? What does he. ItOK for me to sleep here?’‘Of course, you're always welcome to sleep with me.’As she giggled and stretched, the sheet slid off her to reveal hernut-brown body with her small breasts rising and falling and her cocknestling in her groin. She rolled on top of me and her leg brushedagainst my cock. It didn't take much for the feel of her warm soft skinagainst mine to make my cock begin to wake up and pay attention. I felther fingers search for and find my growing cock. She giggled and beganto run. Maybe that's why I could stay friendly with your mother, without feeling guilty about her ignorance of us. I'm different and rebellious and wicked and I can't help it. I suppose you and I could attempt to do and be what others want -- we might even be good at it. But we'd suffocate."We both yawned, stretching in our chairs and moaning about how late it was. We saw through her living room window that the sky had begun to brighten. Birds chirped outside.I yawned again. "I hope I can get to.