Then In an instance, I pulled his rod out of my mouth, stroked his length madly, and aimed his cock to my face. Impatience was getting the best of me.... I wanted it, badly. Nothing else matters. Not even my identity. Just give it to me already.Suddenly, Keith let out a loud roar. The tip of his cock erupted as I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out like a trough. Ropes of his seed splotched my face like heavy rain. I could feel him, coating my hair, shooting into my mouth. Every second of. ‘And you think that she likes doing any weird or sexual thing that he can think of?’ ‘Yes I do.’ Troy smiled. ‘And you wish that I was more like her, in that area?’ ‘Yes I do.’ Said Troy, but quickly added, ‘But I love you ether way. I know that you aren’t comfortable giving me that kind of control.’ Joan looked out the window, at the restaurant. ‘You know she’s not just that way for Dean.’ She stopped, and looked to Troy to see his reaction. He was genuinely shocked, and didn’t know how to. "If you let the guys take picture while I paint. They won't show your face but I want them in my portfolio," he said."Yeah, I'm cool with that. Just be sure they don't get my face," I demanded."So what do you wanted panted?" he asked."I'm thinking a Harley Davidson set of wings as a tramp stamp," I said.He turned to Jeff and Phil. "You guys said I would be painting on a nude. The tramp stamp isn't on a nude," he said."If that is the only problem hon, I will get nude for you. Now lets do it," I. Raising my arms up around his neck I kissed him back, enjoying the taste and smell of him, I brought one hand down his neck and rested it on his chest - softly pushing him away with a smile. "Let's eat" I said as seductively as I could manage.As he unpacked the picnic, I lay. Back on the grass, leaning back on my elbows I stretched one leg out and left the other bent at the knee - showing off long, tanned legs, and letting him take in my tits, pressed against my cotton dress. Sighing deeply as.