I touched the tip of her vagina, it was all wet, she was smelling good. I started fingering her. She was out of control, moaning,I kept kissing her wh...le fingering. This went on for 10 minutes. Her facial expression was telling me, how much she needed that. Her legs were stretched, her body was not at all stable and at last, she got her orgasm.She was laughing for 5 minutes because of full body orgasm. I looked at her, kissed her. She really liked that, her boyfriend never did anything to get. Sometimes on her backwith her feet over my shoulders and sometimes with usmunching each other 69 fashion. We strayed from thesethree all the time but these were the ones we liked thebest.I always had to make sure I got off first if we 69’d orshe would pass out without pleasing me. She had a habitof biting down on my cock if she was coming whilesucking me. She did a great job sucking me when drunkand she loved to make a show of swallowing it all. Shereally seemed to like it but maybe it. The sixth and later drawings had gotten into my mind, as deeply as they showed me buried inside of her, and I was interested in life imitating art. As she walked across the room toward me, I set down the art album, got up, and took Violet in my arms, bending her far back and kissing her deeply. She was startled but cooperated quickly. She also cooperated with, and enthusiastically elaborated on, everything else that I suggested that day. It seemed that she had kept her fantasies away. There was no romance attached to it. It had been a disgusting humiliation for Linda.Linda’s love for Brad had been wounded and she stayed away from him; refocusing on the home-life she’d been neglecting recently. Linda needed time for the hurt to healBrad too realised he’d messed up and knew he had to give his sister time to forgive him; although he felt sure she would do before long; after all, they were family.Linda hums along to the radio while washing-up in the kitchen and can hear them.