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She had never realized before tonight how great a kisser I was. I drew her tongue into my mouth and suckled, then moved to such a tender spot at the base of the neck. As he started to move lower, Morgan decided that tonight was definitely the night to taste this cocky, arrogant, businessman, player and friend. I pulled her towards me, I took time to rub my cheek against her cleavage, Morgan sighed and moaning softly, then gasped “OOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHH”as my mouth closed over an already erect nipple. My tongue and teeth licked and nibbled each nipple.

Still fully clothed, I stood up Morgan wrapping her legs around my waist, I laid her down on the sofa. She parted her legs as I moved between her thighs, I leaned forward licking and sucking her breasts and nipples. Sliding down caressing and lightly kissing her stomach until reaching her pelvic area. Then running my tongue past a narrow landing strip of dark, curly hair, to her clitoral hood. Slowly, I ran my tongue over her clitoral hood tauntingly. By now, Morgan was writhing and moaning “OMG! OMG! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhhhh”, desperate for more. My tongue danced over her clit as I undid my jeans and release my big hard wide cock. Turning around, I continued to torment her pussy while she began discovering my cock with her mouth.


While most guys have a bit of curve to their cocks, John’s was something special. Exactly the right arch to allow it to just slide down her throat, Morgan was able to take the entire 14 inches as I kneeled over her. Together they licked and sucked and drove each other mad with lust. Finally, Morgan could take no more. Turning around, she got onto her hands and knees, wiggling her beautiful ass in the air, ever so slightly. I took the hint, grasped her hips, and slowly rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy. Then sliding up to her ass crack sliding up and down stopping at her pink rosebud ass hole.


Sliding back down to her pussy, my movements became more urgent, moving harder, rubbing, then teasing her pussy lips open, with just the right amount of pressure, easing into her softness, causing her to crying out in pleasure. “ OMG! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhh!” “OOOOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhh, OOOOOOHHHHHhhhhh.” I was inserting one finger, two, three, in and out, steady, now faster, now slower, harder, softer – but always just right as her hips writhing rising up and jerking. She cried out again and again as I made her cum – no longer sure where she was, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was my hand on her pussy, and the waves of pleasure I sent crashing through her. She fell back, exhausted, very pleased, and mildly embarrassed. She could never get used to so thoroughly letting go of herself while being pleasured.

"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet" and when she opened my eyes she could see the truth in that statement. I was kneeling over her on the sofa, my cock rock hard, and demanding attention, it seemed to her. She sat up and took me in her mouth. All the way in, to the very back of her throat. At the same time, she caressed my balls with one hand, while holding my cock with the other. Slowly at first, she sucked me. She slide her mouth down my shaft, taking in the entire length, rubbing the soft underside of my cock with her tongue.

Moving faster now, my hands buried in her hair, urging her to keep loving me with her mouth. Suddenly she slowed, moving along my cock until the tip of it was almost touching her lips, She gently breathed on me, warm loving breath, flicking her tongue around the head of my cock, and hearing my sharp intake of breath, once more plunged her mouth all the way down, engulfing me in the softness and warmth of her mouth.

Again she began moving faster, and as she did, began gently stroking my asshole. First time I ever had a woman stroke my asshole. She gently slipped one finger inside, and as she did, I moaned, I pulled her head roughly to me and spurted what seemed like gallons of cum inside her mouth. Smiling to herself, she swallowed – secretly pleased that she had this power over me. I sank back down onto the sofa, and we lay there together for a few moments.

When I moved again, we exchanged deep kisses, little nibbles and licks, caresses. I then rolled her over, laying her face down, and began to rub massage lotion onto her back. As I moved to her ass, I spent time there massaging, dipping my fingers into the crack, down between her legs. She was beginning to feel the familiar warmth start from what seemed the middle of her body, and her breaths were coming in short gasps, when suddenly my hands were gone. When she felt them again, I was rubbing her feet. I continued working up her legs, until I reached her upper thighs, and took her by the hips and turned her over.

I was kneeling between her spread legs, and just looking at her. She realized I was gazing at her pussy, and she heard me whisper, "It's beautiful." For one wild moment she thought she must stop me, that I couldn't really be going to make her fantasy come true, that she couldn't stand it if I did. But then I slid down the sofa, lowered my head and kissed the very center of her being. She could immediately feel her pussy dripping juices, and then all she could feel were my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Sucking, licking, nibbling, all in perfect harmony with how her body was feeling. Everything she wanted, that she needed I gave her.

Then I slowly traced a path up her crack to her clit and again she cried out "OMG! OMG!" in lustful desire. Reaching her clit, I let my tongue swirl and twirl around that hard little button again and again. I slowly lowered to her wet pussy, tongue fucking her then I go back to her clit, then I take long slow slides with my tongue from her ass to her clit. Morgan suddenly grabs my head tightly holding me while whispering, “Oh babe, Oh babe, Oh that feels soooo good. You're going to make me cum. You're driving me crazy. Oh oh, here it is....” She splashs onto my face and mouth.

I sucked and swallowed as she was screaming in orgasmic relief. Her juice was running down from her pussy and dampening the cheeks of her luscious ass. I followed the trickle with my tongue licking her cum from around her tight virgin asshole, then licking back and forth from her pussy to her sweet ass.

I slid up positioning the tip of my hard cock on her vaginal mound, she gasped when I pressed the head of my cock aganist the soft base of her cunt. Morgan shivered from the feel of my hot hard cock pressing aganist her cunt. "Tighten that pussy Morgan, let me feel that pussy gripping me." I felt her muscles clamping down on my thick hard cock seeking more of my thickness, I pushed further into her, stretching her pussy, easing the way for the rest of my long thick cock. Her wetness helped to ease the feeling of baseball bat being shoved into her. Morgan raised her hips up towards me, not caring that it felt like she was being split in two.

Her pussy contracted again and again around my cock, desperately wanting to feel the full length of me seated deep in her. "Your pussy is still tight Morgan, a wet velvet box wrapped around my hard cock. "Oh Baby! I must push more of my cock into you, I must feel your pussy squeezing my cock, milking it. Tighten it up again Morgan." I murmured. Morgan tightened her sheath, feeling me sinking further into her, "OH! OMG! That throbbing thick long hard cock feels incredible." she screams. My fingers finds her hard stiff nipples again pulling, twisting the sensitive nubs.

The action drew her attention away from her pulsating pussy, focusing her arousal on her tingling nipples. I brought her attention back swiftly, slamming hard and deep into her with force she had never known. The thickness of my cock took her breath away, the thickness and length filled her completely. It had been so long since she had felt that complete. I continued thrusting deep into her, not stopping until my balls were slapping up aganist her ass, our pubic hair meshed. Then I stopped, holding my position and letting her feel my cock throb inside her, my cock jerking aganist her walls.

Every movement of my cock deep in her set off a firestorm in Morgan, her back arched and she pushed back with all her might, matching my position and feeling me grinding into her pussy. "Squeeze, Morgan, squeeze." I growled. She complied, squeezing me with everything she had, feeling as if she would push me out and still I kept pushing into her, forcing more of my cock into her tight pussy. She didn't want me to stop what I was doing, didn't want my cock to withdraw from her. "Hmmm, Morgan, that feels good. Now I'm going to take this pussy like it's never been taken before." I withdrew my cock halfway, rolling my hips and my cock around. Morgan followed me, her hips seeking my thickness, not wanting to lose the warm contact between them.

I pulled out further, leaving the tip of my cock just barely in her entrance. Morgan tensed, waiting for me to come back. I gripped her hips hard and slammed into her, driving my cock home, displacing all the liquid in one quick swoosh. Morgan gasped, "Ooooohhhh, OMG!" I felt her body jolt with the force of my thrust. I drove into her harder and deeper with each thrust, she responded moving with me, driving her hips up and forward to meet my thrusts.

Slamming the full length of my long thick cock into her like a pile driver, Morgan ” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh.” moaning, her pelvic area grinding aganist me. Her body rocking with the force of each thrust. ” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!” Morgan clamps her mouth onto mine, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth as I did the same. Our tongues intertwined as the pace of our thrusting was fast paced.

I felt her clinging to me, her arms wrapped around my back and her legs wrapped around my legs. Feeling her under me, my weight pinning her down. Soon her moans became soft squeals of pleasure. I keep up the fast tempo, ramming my hard cock into her repeatedly. I was loving the feel of her around my cock. ” OHHH! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH!” Morgan screamed as she pulled me tighter against her. She feels the feeling of arousal growing inside her, feels her body responding more and more to my attentions. "OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO" Morgan screamed as I thrusted harder and deeper into her tight pussy.

OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Morgan screamed as her body was writhing from multiple orgasms. Her entire body trembling, pushing me over the edge as well. ” Oh God!!” I moaned as I began shooting my load into Morgan. Morgan was still in the throes of her own orgasm as she felt the heat of my sperm filling her insides. The throbbing of my cock inside her caused her to groan as her orgasm began abating.

I held myself in her until I had emptied all my cum, only then did I release her. Dropping down to lay on the sofa. Morgan collapsed down as I released her, gasping hard for breath. I pushed myself up off the sofa. Morgan stared up at me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. I reached down, running my hand down her one long slender leg. Sliding my fingers along her soft skin, up her thigh. I brushed my fingers over her ass, slowly cupping them around it.

Feeling the flesh of her buttocks, squeezing it firmly. God I love her ass, had loved it for years. I would watch her, staring at her ass. The shape, in her skirts and jeans. Ever since she started flirting with me. I had been fantased about her ass. Now I was feeling it, rubbing it with my hands. I instructed her to lay on her stomach with one leg curled up and one leg out straight. I came up behind her, sat on her leg that was out straight and positioned my hard cock right at her asshole. I said, “This position will get you broken in then I will fuck you hard doggy style.”

As I started to push my cock into her ass she easily accepted the first two inches. As we got to the thicker part of my cock, her asshole resisted. She was really feeling stretched, It felt like a baseball bat was driving up her ass as I continued to push and pull back and push again, each time gaining a millimeter at a time."OOOOOWWW, its too big, don't stick it into my ass", she wailed. I pushed harder and Morgan's anus gave up to the assualt and opened to the head of my cock."AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWWW, its tearing me up, take it out, don't push it in", she yelled. "You only got the head, wait until you get all 14 inches fucked up your ass. I am going to stretch you wide open. I pushed another inch in, than out. The next thrust gained two inches, than back out.

I looked at this beauty spread naked before me, her ass open, her anus peaking out. I eased between Morgan's thighs. "What are you doing" she yelled. "Quiet down and do as you are asked. My hands began fondling her ass. My hands slipped between her cheeks moving toward her anus."Please not there, that will hurt." My finger reached her anus and Morgan cringed in fear as it began to enter her."Relax your ass and let me have my way." My finger was dry and it hurt as it entered her. I pushed deeper into her rectum,"OOOWWW, that hurts, you're pushing too hard." I pushed hard and my finger plunged deep into her rectum until my knuckles hit her ass."Tighten your ass on my finger. Morgan grasped my finger, "Again, you are very tight." Morgan grasped my finger again. My finger pulled from her anus with a pop.


The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and when she thought she couldn't stand anymore, that's when I began to get really serious about my work. I expertly licked and sucked her clit until she was grinding her hips against my face, begging me to eat her, suck her, lick her, fuck her. She felt such intense pleasure and emptiness all at once. Then she felt me move, and the emptiness was no more, as I rammed my cock home into her, tight, ass. She cried out as I slammed into her again and again, feeling my balls slapping her ass. She was screaming “OMG! OMG! OOOOOHHHHH! She loved the feeling of being taken with such force, such abandonment, such passion. To think that she could make me feel this way, lose myself like this, want me so badly - it was heaven.


We moved together, faster, now slower, teasing, coming almost apart, sliding back together. She tightened her ass muscles around my cock, which answered with pulsing of its own. Suddenly I could hold back no longer, and began to move into her faster and faster, seemingly unaware now that she was there. She moved with me, and we came together in a blinding orgasm that shook the entire room.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and our cries are getting louder by the second. “OMG!” John is so deep in my ass, the sensation is pain and pleasure. The better it feels as he continues our lovemaking. Her breathing is shallow as she begins to orgasm once more, screaming through those delicious sensations. I pull out of her ass, she collapses on the sofa. I rolled her over onto her side and laid myself behind her; once again she could feel my cock slip between her legs and she pushs herself back on to it and it easily slips inside.

With one hand on her hip I rock her back and forth gently and rhythmically, She grips a pillow as the pleasure becomes soo intense, She is moaning and crying as I tip her over the edge, our orgasms coincide and we cum together, our lovemaking reaches its end, and I held her, I held her tight as we recovered together, and basked in the warmth and the love that we had just shared.

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Annette and I were officially seniors. So were Kendra, Les, Mavis, and Susan. Dad helped Morgan set up an agency LLC with Les as a contractor—even though Les was still a year from graduation. The two of them began recruiting artists from the incoming senior class, starting with Annette, Kendra, Mavis, and me. They decided to focus their efforts on getting more of our material into the public eye. I was a painter, Annette was a writer, Kendra was a sculptor, and Mavis was a photographer. For...

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Art ProjectChapter 3 Practice Practice Practice

The day I was dreading finally came. Professor Leitner called on me in Lib Arts seminar. “Arthur, what are the principles of good communication?” he asked. I panicked. Be clear. Be concise. Leave room to respond. I had them written down somewhere in my sketchbook and if I could find them, I could read them to him, but my heart was beating in my throat. “Professor Leitner, if I may...” Kendra started. She was sitting right beside me. “No, Kendra. I understand your concern, but this one is...

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Art Part Two Ch 05

Art, part two. Ch. 05 Art finds out what Dr. Heidi’s plans are for him. * I was reliving last night’s activities in the shower, which unfortunately, included experiencing a healthy dose of guilt about Suzanne. There’s no way I could just claim I was doing Lisa a favor. Well I could, but it would be pure BS. Lisa’s a nice lady, I’ll have to be damn careful what’s happening here. My life is so screwed up, I’m in no position to be thinking about any relationship. The hot water was taking away...

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Art Part Two Ch 12

Art, part two. Ch. 12 Art gets an invite to the Manor House. Suzanne tried to call again several times, but it’s been quiet now for awhile so maybe she’s given up. I heard the front door slam and a moment later Lisa and Heidi came barging into the room. Lisa’s face is all red. She’s either pissed off or crying, probably both. ‘Damn it to hell, it’s none of their business.’ Heidi said, ‘You don’t have a choice. John Berger is only following your father’s orders. He needs this Barrington...

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Art Class

I was trying to imagine what his dick looked like. Was it one of those that was long and thin? Or perhaps short and fat? Or perhaps long and fat? Was it circumcised or not? I wondered if it was wrinkled, the way it was sitting inside his bathing suit. Art, the model, had been posing in front of our art class for nearly an hour, and I had finished drawing his face and chest. I was working my way down, and for some strange reason I always had the most problem with legs. Both mens' and...

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Arti Ki Birthday Gift

Hi friend.. Nikunj here with one more new story. This story is of Arti. Now she is 20 with very white complexing and good nice 34b boobs. She had a nice ass .If anyone see’s her can say she is a imported boomb.Now in hindi.Arti ka abb 20th bithday that.. Uske 2 bhai the. Dono bade. Uski mummy nahi thi.Uske daddy hi uske liye sub kuch the. Wo uske daddy ka sab kuch kaha manti thi.Usko uske dono bahiyo par gharv tha. Dono gym jakar apni achi Health banali thi. Uske ek Bhai ka namm tha Raju aur...

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He looked at the 1952 Willys Jeep, 4wheel drive station wagon. It was a classic right from an African safari operator. First of all, he could have bought one cheaper in the United States if he had added the shipping cost into the equation. Yes, Artie thought, but it wouldn’t have the provenance of the monster which sat outside his garage. It looked as though all those years working in his father’s auto repair shop might just pay off after all. The thought of those days usually made him sad,...

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Art CriticChapter 11 Dinner Party

“I stole one of your paintings, Artie,” confessed Mavis as she looped a hand through my arm. We’d started the day with her as my model for a new composition. I guess I had ulterior motives. I wanted Morgan to experience prolonged eye contact with Mavis. The two had been getting along incredibly well, but both Annette and I had held Mavis’s eyes for an hour or more and the effect had been profound. I’d done the same with both Annette and with Morgan, but I wanted this last loop closed. I’d...

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As I step into the art room at my school my nose is assaulted by the foul smell of sulfur, “Oh, what the hell is that?” One of the more annoying kids in my class says pinching his nose. The art teacher, Mr. Hart walks up to the front of the classroom, “Sorry about the smell the janitors can’t figure out what it is, anybody who wants to can go somewhere else as long as you don’t disrupt any classes.” Most of the class, the ones who only took it because they thought it would be an easy A,...

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Art Feasible

After my divorce I moved back to a little town in Florida that I haven’t been to in about ten years. I was looking for a clean start on life again away from my ex who now lives a little over four hundred miles away. I think that will be far enough so that her and I won’t run into each other occasionally. By the way, my name is Peter, I am sixty years old, five foot six inches tall, salt and pepper hair, about fifty pounds overweight and have a sexual appetite greater then what I did when...

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Art Part Two Ch 09

Art, part two. Ch. 09 Dr. Lisa and Art find a possible new beginning for him. Suddenly Heidi said, ‘Well hello ‘Lees’, you’re late.’ Lisa from somewhere behind me said, ‘It doesn’t look like I was missed. Heidi, you and I need to talk.’ When I sat up the two women were looking at me, so I said, ‘OK, I’m out of here.’ What else was there for me to say? Then it dawned on me I was still naked, ‘Heidi, where are my clothes?’ ‘They’re up in my workshop. Grab one of my large T-shirts in the top...

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Art Part Two Ch 10

Art, part two. Ch. 10 Art has a frightening experience. Our next stop was a hair salon where apparently they had both male and female customers. A majority of the customers and attendant’s were little people. I don’t see the connection between height and hair, but maybe it’s just a matter of being more comfortable among their own. Lisa must have called ahead, because we’re led immediately to an open chair. Lisa went into a discussion about what she wanted for me and I was left out until the...

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bisexual - mfm - anal - bottom bitch - pantiesDavid LaValle was the type of guy that everyone gravitated to. Handsome, out going, talented, confident, sexy. Not macho sexy, just good looking soft-spoken, mysterious sexy. Our sophomore year at college in Vancouver we ended up in art class together. For all his magnetism he gravitated to me. He was a wiz at art & drawing; I struggled. He could whip out drawing after effortless drawing while my efforts were slow, plodding &...

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Art Subject

Well, here I am. Redder than a tomato. I'm getting stared at by the whole art class. Some are already doing portraits of me and others are waiting. Miss Arania, the art teacher wanted to do something totally crazyand different for this semester's art exhibit. A plan was hatched, we all agreed to stick to the plan and not backout. The whole class was excited. All the guys in class got together. we lined up and drew straws from a can. Unfourtunately, I lost. There was some cheering fighting...

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Art SomethingChapter 5

School started Monday and I made it out the door on time. That was partly because Annette offered to drive. It was okay for me to be late—I didn’t care—but, like with Fay, I wouldn’t make Annette late. People noticed us. We held hands as we walked from the parking lot to the school and she gave me a soft kiss before we went inside. Inside the school, of course, there was no kissing and no hand-holding. People still looked at us as we found our lockers. My face was hot. “It’s too bad we don’t...

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Art SomethingChapter 10

I didn’t get up to paint. How could I even consider leaving Annette alone in my bed? I was vaguely aware of Dad peeking in and quietly closing the door in the morning. I’d made sure we had a sheet and blanket over us. I just stared at the treasure in my arms. “Was my bare butt sticking out when your dad looked in?” Annette whispered. “No, my Lady. I made sure it was covered.” “You could uncover it now, if you want.” We pushed the blanket down and lay naked in each other’s arms. I was hard...

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Art ProjectChapter 9 Models

My session with Dee was as close to the opposite of my session with Susan as we could get. We went to Kendra’s room after our last class and she was dancing around like she had to go to the bathroom. I let Kendra get her ready while I had my back turned. Dee had taken off her bra and hid it so I wouldn’t see her underwear. Go figure. Then she’d pulled her t-shirt up over her right shoulder, but kept it pulled down over her left breast so tightly that it was still tucked into her jeans. When I...

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Martine

Martine By: Doctor Wankenstein Martine Back in 1978 I was a very innocent lad, really, not that I'dadmit it. I'd had a few girlfriends, at school, one for 18 months 1973-5, the lovely Debbie, but this was snogging and boobs only, and one little feel of her pussy ever,(Debbie to be revisited in "After So Long" in 2001) and including just one sha9, Sara at 15, then one "adult" relationship at 18, lasting six months in the heady summer of '76, with a 19 year old mother, Sue, who provided sha9s #2...

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MARTINE

Martine By: Doctor Wankenstein Martine Back in 1978 I was a very innocent lad, really, not that I'dadmit it. I'd had a few girlfriends, at school, one for 18 months 1973-5, the lovely Debbie, but this was snogging and boobs only, and one little feel of her pussy ever,(Debbie to be revisited in "After So Long" in 2001) and including just one sha9, Sara at 15, then one "adult" relationship at 18, lasting six months in the heady summer of '76, with a 19 year old mother, Sue, who provided sha9s #2...

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Arti Ki Chudai

Ye kahani tab ki hai jab me 12th me padta tha. Meri behan arti jo ki mujhse 2 saal badi the aur jawan husn ki mallika thi. Height 5.5, aur ras bhare chuchu. Jinhe dekh kar log palat palat kar dekhte the. Main kafi porn aur sex stories padne ka shokeen tha. Jese jese meri tharak badi mujhe arti me behan kam aur ek jawan aurat jyada najar ane lagi jesse main apne jism ki pyas bujhane k plan banane laga. Arti thoda khule vicharo wali ladki the. Use movies dekhna naye gaane sunna pasand tha. Toh...

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Art Appreciation

Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as well. Mike made plans to check out the exhibit. Mike wasn't really comfortable in the three-piece suit that he had dug out for the...

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Art ProjectChapter 4 Houseguest

We had Monday and Tuesday classes Thanksgiving week. That meant Fay had only one day of class since she had no classes on Mondays. Annette kissed me at the door of Lib Arts and I went in to sit beside Kendra. We didn’t even hesitate anymore. If I got to class first, Kendra just walked over and sat beside me. If she was there, I sat beside her. And it wasn’t always in the same place. Other students in our class usually arrived after us and decided which seats to take if we were in ‘their’...

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Aarti ki chaahat

Hi, everybody, mai ek baat clear kar du, ye ek real stori hai , isme koi 8 ya 9 inch lamba organ nahi hai ya 45 min tak ka shot nahi hai, a pure Indian stori jo aapke dil ke karib lagegi, Mai prash It professional from Mumbai, meri marriage 2004 feb me sheetal se hue, hamari luv marriage thi, sheetal thodi chuuby gal hai, aur shayad isliye mai attract hua tha, hamara physical relation shadi ke 18 saal pehle se hi tha, uski bahot hi close friend aarti jo ek slim and perfect gal thi, uska looks...

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Aarti Fucked Before Her Marriage

Hey readers, this is Atul once again with a brand new incident. All my readers may recollect who Aarti is and I meet her in bus journey to Aurangabad during my office tour and had the discreet relationship with her and all my readers may recollect that she was divorcee and staying all alone in Mumbai after our relationship. We enjoyed the sex very much and she was also addicted to it. So, at last, she decided to get marry with a widow person, whose wife expired in a car accident and he do not...

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Art and Artists

The woman didn’t just enter the restaurant where I was having lunch, she swept into it, filling it with a sudden infusion of energy. She walked up to the table where the two ladies she was meeting had been sitting – she was fashionably late – greeted them warmly, then headed to the ladies room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her as she walked by my table. She was probably around 40, a little taller than average with a trim, but curvy body that was well-displayed in a pair of tight blue jeans...

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Art Deco Part OneChapter 2

'Sorry to bring you here before taking you to the apartment we've found for you, only I wanted to quickly introduce you to the girls. As soon as we're done I'm going to make you comfortable at your new residence, and let you have a nice sleep. Tomorrow you're invited to a barbecue at my house'. He was overwhelmed, both by her hospitality, and by the way she was allowing him into her life. He didn't know at that point just how involved he was to become with the women he was about to...

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