As he set the camera down again, Beth caught a glimpse of a framed print hanging on his bedroom wall.
In it was a barefoot woman in a pink dress, sitting up on a white bed in a bare grey room gazing out of an over-sized window at an industrial red-brick city.
Her arms were around her legs, and her dress had ridden up to show her thighs and the curve of her ass.
emmahott4u23: Is that an Ed Hopper? razr242: Yeah, lol.
emmahott4u23: I love Hoppers paintings.
razr242: Everyone knows Nighthawks, but theres something about this one I like better.
Its called Morning Sun.
razr242: It was done ten years after Nighthawks Cheat her man
emmahott4u23: He still had a thing for windows, though.
razr242: Well, I think I should clean up, maybe.
emmahott4u23: Yeah, me too.
razr242: It was nice meeting you, emma.
emmahott4u23: That was more than just meeting.
emmahott4u23: It was fun taking you over the edge.
razr242: We should do it again some time.
Before Beth could respond, the window went dark and he was gone.
Beth clicked out of the browser and shut her laptop.
It would still be a few hours before her roommates got home.
Hopefully by then shed be Asian style checks fast asleep.
In the meantime, she decided to run a hot bath before bed to take that lovely relaxed, post-orgasmic feeling to the next level.
With the day she had ahead of her, she felt she Nude wives of confluence deserved it.
This is not a fantasy.
It is all true.