Then once people have done so, past the point of awkwardness, people forget the issue and it is as if the painting is invisible. They never see it aga...in. They don't look at it, as if there were bare wall there. Unless they think they are alone. Then, man or woman, all go up and stare at my mom's hindquarters. Amazed at the beauty, agawk at the history, aghast at audacity, mesmerized by their own lust, (both men and some women too) they have to, have to look. I've seen it. And I've done it. “C’mon, Roger. Let me feel that tongue. Don’t be shy.” Roger obliged. Though younger, he was no stranger to pleasing a woman orally, and began by flicking his tongue over her labia, enjoying her scent as her pussy moistened both from his saliva and her juices. She ground down on him, and he felt the wrinkled, sensitive skin of her anus across his nose. He dragged his fingers up her thighs, and with his thumbs parted her pussy lips, driving his tongue deeper into the now exposed flesh. “Oh. She had a couple of orgasms and told me that just thinking about that black cock made her cum.Later in the week, I came home from work a little later than normal. My wife had text me and told me that my k**s went to a movie. I walked into the house and heard some strange noise. When I turned the corner to the living room, I could see my wife riding Charles hard. His cock was buried all the way in her pussy. She was moaning and grunting with each thrust from Charles. Then before I even got. It's a push up lacy bra that he can see my nipples through and a g-string that slides between my ass cheeks like it was made for me. He looks me up and down as he walks towards me. We are quiet, like we are sharing a secret. His large hands slide around me as he envelops me in a kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth teasing me, caressing me from the inside. His large hands roam my body as if he hasn't touched me before. He moves his hands down my waist to my hips as his mouth moves down my.