” Ginger stopped sucking my cunt and went to a little hidden box by the couch. She pulled out some things I’d never seen. One was a pale pink li...tle thing that was shaped like a bulb, it looked very strange. The other was neon blue and at least two feet long, but I could tell each end was slotted and sloped like a man’s cock. She smiled as she came towards me, then looked at Mr. Miller. He smiled down at me still stroking his hard cock. “Pick your ass up and spread it for Ginger cunt.” I. ' Artists and museum patrons. She said you can tell them apart by the haircuts ... some of the patrons will be sporting bush shirts." I laughed."Another bunch of phonies. We could sell them those two." I waved at the wall. We'd brought the Fred Williams and the Max Dupain that had been on the station in Mitchell back east with us. Dad kept the Nolan at home. [see "Gordy's Problem"]"Not if you value your life! A gouache and a photo. They're our only real works of art." I was kidding. And. I tried to cover up he said,"no no darling dont be ashamed. as youi can see, im not at all disgusted," grinning like a cheshire cat as he beat off.Then he knelt down in front of me and took control, rubbing his fingers over my cunt, trrough my panties, pushing his middle fingerbetween my folds and feeling how slickly my frilly knickers slid between my pussy lips.he pulled the gusset to one side as he slipped his hard prick inside me. it diddn't take long for me to cum after all that wanking and. " Twitchers?" Sorry; bird watchers. We get a lot of them along the coast here. Looking for the latest rarity blown in from the North Sea. There's a hide further along The Drain." She pointed along the ditch that ran beside the cottage and on down to the coast. "They are probably off down there." Oh, right. Seems a bit late though. It will be dark in an hour or so." There's no accounting for twitchers," Krysta said. "If they hear there's something unusual around they'll be dozens of them turning.