I pulled his rock hard cock from my mouth and looked him in the eyes and said, "I thought you would never ask..." I stood up and dropped my shorts. I ...had a small bottle of lube in my pocket that I retrieved as I pulled them off. I opened it and squirted it on my hand. I grabbed his cock as we were face to face. I liberally applied it to him as I whispered that I wanted his cum where he has never put it before. Greg eyes lit up as I moved to the other side of the tree he was up against, rubbing. "Life ees Alesandro's art! Art should look like life! Alesandro speets on the abstract!" He said after which he spat on the ground for emphasis.Now it was Jess' turn to be amused. "I agree with you there."Alesandro continued, "Art not eemmitate life, art ees life and life must become art." Uh huh." Jess replied. The man was a little unhinged like many artists she had met. It was time to break off the conversation before she found herself trapped in an hours-long diatribe on the meaning of. I gave them all a beer and went to sit on a chair, but as Iwent passed Dave he pulled me onto his lap."No sense going over there love, you'll only have to come back here if Iwant a piece of that arse, ha ha ha," Obviously amused by his own joke.Not wanting to make a scene I smiled and let him settle me down, one ofhis hands resting possesively high up on my thigh. The guys chatted awayabout football, not my thing, with Dave carelessly running his handsover me and Mark watching with a smile on. "For what seemed like ages, she diligently and methodically, removed all hair from my body, except for my head. I had none on my chest or back anyway. But my forearms, and the legs below my knees, were covered with curly, blond hairs, which were soon deforested with a dilapidator. My armpits were shaved naked. Most carefully, she shaved off my pubic area, and used tweezers, to defoliate my cock and balls. Not an awful lot of work here, either. Nor was much work needed around my bottom, and its.