The urge to paint her had built and built over the last year.But fugitives did not have the time to spend in one place working on an oil painting. The...best I could do was sketch her in charcoal.And my sketchpad lay in the tent.Zanyia moaned louder, Ava’s smaller gasps echoing.The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip represented my mastery of dance, of moving my body to music, expressing all my desires through the undulation and gyration of my form. My finger followed the end. "Ohhhhh, hurry, Daddy, I'm so horny," she cried."Okay, spoiled brat," Ben laughed, "I'm almost there."He skinned out of his shorts and climbed onto the bed where Chrissy was waiting with open arms. She cuddled tightly against him as he gave her a deep steamy tongue-kiss, and she wantonly rubbed her soft muff against his stiff cock. Ben made a sudden decision-he wanted to fuck her in every possible position tonight. He'd save his guilt about incest for another time.He slipped his hand between. The expression sent my heart topounding in my chest and my eyes wandered down over his muscular chestand arms. Strong, manly arms. While not as large as one would find on agym rat, they were still a good size. More than big enough to easilywrap around someone as petite as I was. I bet he could have picked me upas easily as he could a doll.My pulse quickened as new thoughts and images formed in my brain. Whatwould it feel like to be held by those arms? Pressed against that well-defined chest.. " ... isn't Gwendolin just the nicest Grandmother ever..." ... how is it possible that the cabins are the same..."And on and on it went. Eventually I'd had enough and I tackled her onto my bed, covering her lips with my own in a deep kiss. Brenda resisted at first but soon decided to go with the flow (clever girl that girlfriend of mine).When we stopped for air, I decided I had to speak first or she would simply start up again."So you enjoyed your first tip to Gael, then?" I asked."It was.