He saw her in the gallery and drifted behind her until she was alone. She was timeless. He beguiled her with humorous stories and witty comments about...the art before them. The museum disappeared. The kids are gone now. They still collect art, and their passion grows. * Mixing the paint, getting the ideal tint. Waiting until the light hit her golden hair just so and made it shimmer as she stood with her back to me, her head turned to the side. The earring was perfect. I want her desperately, but. He began fucking me like the energizer rabbit. Thank goodness the first boys’ sperm acted as a lubricant. Within minutes he too was emptying his nut sack into my pussy. The third boy, obviously the youngest, had trouble getting an erection. I got to my knees and started sucking his cock, my hand massaging his ball sack. When he had gotten considerably hard I laid back and he got between my legs, I then guided his dick into my cunt and as he moved his hips, I moved mine in rhythm with. ‘Awww. Come on. I was just getting started,’ she protested. ‘This ain’t your game to make the rules. You’re helpless now. You’re helpless until I let you go free.’ I had stepped up behind her and was talking into her ear while my hands caressed her body. Her tits felt so good as I lingered on the nipples, squeezing the tit and pinching her nipples. She twisted her body against the constraints of the bondage swing trying to get free. I walked around between her legs suspended in the air and. He was not ready to commit it. He thought it as an exploitation of a poor woman with his power and position.She was just in two clothes. Her nipples were felt in his chest. Shape of her legs was felt by his legs which were inter-twined. Both her clothes were very thin. Her body heat was felt by him. He made up his mind. He was also not wearing anything except two piece night dress. His manhood was at full growth. It was pressed at her pubic area. She can very well feel him.Prakash unfolded her.