After admiring him for a moment, I sat down and went to work. He played the whole time I drew. Every curve, I knew exactly. I knew what it felt like b...neath my finger tips. I could do this from memory if I had to. But I wanted to look at him. Before me was this sexual being, playing random guitar notes, or what could have been a song. I wasn’t exactly focused on that. I was focused on the muscles of his arms that tensed each time he’d strum. I watched the quickness of his fingers, imagining. . Wolf woman?"Ivan stands up and angrily announces, "Bad big mouth lady! I not never tell lies! Otherwise, my mama make me stand in corner for long time. If you no want to hear what I see then I not talk any or more!"With that Ivan walks away, begins to mess around with something and pouts. Thank God the little brat is going to finally leave me alone.Liz comes over beside me, takes my hand and tries an answer, "Maria, I've never understood this whole Jens/Ben connection thing. However, I did. Let’s get you all lubed-up for my brother’s cock!” Becca surprised me now by even kissing and briefly licking Janine’s backdoor, “I had to get it a little wetter, you know. Eddie won’t mind this, I think.”Then my sister started slipping fingers inside Jane’s asshole, applying the lube that Melanie eagerly brought us for this act of buggery. To our complete amazement, Becca really got into it for a minute, seemingly forgetting that her role was to prepare Janine’s tush for my prick. She must. “Now Charlotte here is married to an unemployed Computer programmer and since he couldn’t keep his job she has decided on stepping out on him tonight to help us with our party. (applause) Now because Charlotte is married you can’t take any pictures of her. Her husband would flip out if he ever saw a picture of her dressed up like a hungry slut. Charlotte is wearing a cocktail uniform tonight and it might be the sexist one I’ve ever seen. Since her husband can’t earn any money what say we tip.