It was amazingly beautiful. His sketchbook is filled with hundreds of me and mom's drawn portraits.10:40amAfter browsing his sketchbook, I feel my eye...lids drooping. So I laid his drawings beside me and closed my eyes and try to relax a little. I've been napping when my shorts got yanked out and then someone pulling my feet upwards. With my consciousness returning, I see Michael lapping and sucking my pussy. Both my feet are over his shoulders, my pussy up in the air, with my head still on the. Rather, what I caught onto when I opened my eyes was the fact that the curtain that was less than two feet away from us was almost completely pulled open, exposing both me and Jess to any casual viewers – of which there was but one. There was an old black man that lived in the building across the way. I presumed he was retired, as he spent nearly every day (and many evenings as the case was) sitting in a lawn chair outside his apartment. Reliably as ever, he was out right then and staring at me. I sighed gently and fell into a half awake, half asleep daze. Suddenly I felt daddy's hand on my breast, kneading it, softly pulling on my nipple. I moaned softly as he pulled me closer. He whispered against my hair as he did, "Oh Sally, you naughty woman." I shivered under his touch and pressed my naked ass against his hardening cock. My pussy starting to soak it's self. He thought I was my mother, Sally was my mother's name. I went with the story and whispered, "You know you like it," and. So, I thought of going to a hotel as her actions were unpredictable.While we were leaving the pub, my lover kept telling me, “Let’s go to the washroom and have a quickie. You want to have it right? Let’s do it here right now.” And Rashi kept caressing my cock while saying it.I had already booked the cab and it came in a couple of minutes. I made her sit in the cab and we were on our way to the hotel.In the cab, she took my hand and placed it over her naked pussy and whispered in my ears, “Rub.