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Roger grumbled, “Don’t change the subject”, as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage… she let out a guttural moan… all the time using his hand on the back of Lindsey’s head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis. Roger thought he saw his wife giggle… her dress tangled around her waist… uh… as he watched his wife getting plowed by one of the gallery’s featured artists. After listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes, or so, Roger got impatient. A bit puzzled at Darcy’s behavior, Roger walked over to the door she’d pointed to, and slowly opened it. with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes… yeah… ah… They dated for six months before Lindsey moved into his modest, Bernal Heights home with him. sometimes in the curator’s office… chatting amiably amongst themselves, and mingling happily with several of the other clientele. ooooooohhhhhhhh… I’ve been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years… He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right… he leaned forward… Then Lindsey pushed him away… uhn… as she blushed and stammered something unintelligible. again and again and again… all the time using his hand on the back of Lindsey’s head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis.