Street Art

He looked over at Nick lying beside them for approval and with amusement noticed that the older man was momentarily asleep, one hand protectively cupped over his now shriveled penis. He turned back to the former Mrs. Rogers, with renewed fervor, as Dorothy began a lewd rotation of her hips and buttocks, making the bed squeak and jerk wildly with her uncontrolled motions. For Dorothy, there was no more reality, there was only the wildly glowing joy down between her crab-like positioned legs… the wondrous sensation and satisfaction of her now insatiably aroused body as the stranger her ex-husband had brought to her bed a few short minutes before, fucked gleefully, harder and harder into her hungrily nibbling pussy… CHAPTER SEVEN On Monday morning, Art called into work from New York. An emergency, he told them… they would have to do without him somehow for at least a week! His sister was seriously ill and he was needed. From his hotel room overlooking 42nd Street, Art hung up the phone feeling doubly guilty for having said his sister was sick ...»