I was awestricken, but I had to know if he was telling me the truth or playing a straight mind game.“That sounds all good and stuff, but what the fu...ck do you want? You used to bully me because I’m gay and now you expect me to think you jerked off to me the other day? I can’t believe this.” I was still hard during this mind you, and I felt his foot on my cock, and I’ll be damned if a moan didn’t escape my mouth. I was powerless now, and no sooner than I was about to shout stop, it happened. My. I let go of you, pull out and lay down.... " Ok Baby, it's your turn to ride!", I tell you ."Ohhhhh yes it is about time!", you answer with conviction. You grab my cock and start to stroke it with excitement as I can see the want in your glistening, sparkling eyes preparing to mount me. You swoop your tits across my face as you tease the head of my cock by gently rubbing it against your clit and lips exuberantly. I feel you guide your warm pussy over me then slowly pull off. I grab your tits. She listened to it and stopped in her tracks. It was a sense of foreboding, yes. She had a feeling that she might soon be surprised. She looked back up at the painting, and saw her pale hand lift up to push the white sheet away from the painting. Instantly two things registered in her mind, important things, first was the startling familiarity of the woman’s eyes in the painting, a strange concoction of green and brown. Second, was the name inscribed on the painting’s frame: McNair. Ariana felt. We went out side to the parking lot, we where park in the back of the parking lot where we were hidden in the trees. My dick was semi hard. She wasted no time. We were in and suv in the back seat so there was plenty of room. I pulled my pants and boxers down. She took shirt off and I found out she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were so nice, I had to suck on them and lick them, She really liked that, she was moaning and rubbing my head. I decided I will please her first and get her off nice.