If I hear “Last Train to Clarksville” or another of his anecdotes about busty librarians again I was going to lose my damned mind.Ignoring the gar...land and wreath that usually picked me up, I walked through the door, kicked off my boots and walked into the kitchen. Stopping in my tracks, I paused, backed up a few feet and looked into the living room. Yup. There she was, sitting on the couch with some stranger. He was sitting way too close and was turned towards her. I didn’t need to be a. I finished my drink, preparing myself for the obligation ahead of me. Perhapsyou think me a lecher, or abominable, taking this young girl in such a way.But understand, it is not this girl, or any of the others that quicken my blood,or arouse my desires. They are beautiful yes, but they are not my Painter.It is she I wish with all my heart to hold, to touch, bringing to her facethat same look she has captured again and again with tempera on canvass. They emerged and Annette was dressed in a. ..and while they sagged a little, they were still fairly full and firm. After my online activities, I noted that my nipples were hard and erect and I rolled them in my fingers a little bit. As I pulled on them, to the point it hurt a little, I felt a jolt in my vagina, like a quick charge of electricity. I reached down and ran my fingers up my slit and when I looked I noticed how shiny it was with pussy dew. I was so horny. It seemed like ages since I'd had sex.I went to the closet and found an. The guard drove by several other times and it made us uncomfortable. Since he was older I asked him why not go back to his place and we could take our time. My plan was rejected because the last thing he wanted his neighbors to see was a slightly built young man going into his home. The truth be told, I was 17 but looked 15. I am 5’6” 120 pounds with a slight build. My suggestion was for him to drive back to his house and drop me off on the block behind his house. I then would give him time to.