Realizing that she couldn’t understand what I tried telling her again “Komal, I can help you with the sperm “. Komal was slightly taken aback. A...fter a long pause she replied back slowly “No that would be wrong “. I told her whether she had any other option. She didn’t respond back and was staring at the ground. I held her face by my hand and told her “Komal, look at me, everything will be fine” saying that I just went for lips and smooched. She started smooching me back. I sucked in the saliva. Her head tilted backwards as my mouth reached to her tits to work them in alternate by licking her areola, sucking the nipples and gently biting whatever portion of her big tits got inside my mouth. Then, I got behind her hugging her and letting my hands go underneath her armpits to rest on her huge tits yet again and to begin the squeeze of a life time. My erect dick brushed the back of her thighs and bottom of her ass cheeks before settling between her spreading legs. The tip of my dick was. I squirm as you do, as I do not like wearing the plastic cover, but know you will not let me argue about this and I do need it today, it seems.You carry me back to the couch, your fingers now down stroking my slit, exploring my warm dry cave which soon is dripping from its walls. You lift the bottle to my lips to suck, and I taste a sweet red wine. I suck and suck as you pace my intake. I stop myself from time to time to let out a whimper from your fingers’ caresses. You rock me gently as I. The only problem was that my parents or anyone else who saw the painting would ask why I decided to just paint someone’s feet, and I obviously didn’t want to provide the answer. I pondered the issue in the bathtub Sunday morning while my family was at church. I reasoned that if I did a similar painting of his hands, I could pass it off as me practicing human figures. I texted Kevin right before my parents got home.“Can u come over tmrw?”“y?”“Want 2 do another painting. Cant explain.”“Ok.”The.