Beverly's car was in the driveway; good, I thought, I was horny as a goat and a round in the sack and a good dinner at Carl's Chop House would do me j...st fine.I walked in the house and hollered, "Bev, I'm home." No answer. Maybe she was taking a nap. I carried my suitcase into the bedroom and stopped dead at the sight in front of me. What are you supposed to do when you walk into your bedroom after a two-day absence and find it looking like a whorehouse? A pair of high heels lying on the floor. The broom was a variable, not a constant. There were factors I had failed to take into account. Fortunately, the system was full of redundancies, and taking a nap even without the broom still fell well in acceptable parameters. The likelihood of someone entering the art room was slim; the odds of someone coming into the art closet were even slimmer. I reached up and removed the light bulb as a precaution, then loosened my necktie, rolled out the blanket I kept here for just these situations,. The walls of her mouth, collapsed around his shaft, her hunger apparent as her throat opened up, making room for his cock to slide all the way down her throat until his balls were pressing hard against her chin, and sending shockwaves of excitement through him.Claire’s was so far gone into the realm of ecstasy, she wondered if it wasn’t all a wet dream. As though to convince herself that she wasn’t going to suddenly awake before her building orgasm hits, she cocked her head with mouth still. He holds himself deep into her as he unloads. Then quick hard strokes stopping when he is fully in her. She cums with him. He grunts loudly. She moans loudly. I can no longer keep my hands off myself. I cum as well. It might be the hardest I have ever cum in my life. And it only took me maybe ten seconds to cum. When she comes down a bit we untie her. She hugs her brother. She kisses him long and slow. She rolls him over to be on top. She puts her forehead against his. She tells him how.