"So... do you just do sketches? Or are you really an artist?"Paul didn't take offense at her comment, he knew what she meant by that. "I paint too, mo...tly in fact. Landscapes, people, just about anything, you name it."She nodded her head, not at all surprised by his revelation. "You ever considered getting into advertising? That's what I do for a living," she offered. "You know, billboards, campaigns, magazines, that sort of thing." No, not much call for what I paint or do," he said honestly.. For his part her brother was patient. Brad hadn’t yet taken advantage of his sister was because he thought she was still a girl, he didn’t want to waste his one chance with her by hurting her. For some of his friends that’s what sex was all about, getting a virgin, but not Brad, it wouldn’t be fun or satisfying, he could wait; she would keep her promise when the time was right.Five more weeks passed, Morgan was getting laid more frequently and passionately. She had even taken Eric to her room. Needless to say, Robert and l didn’t speak much on the journey home, l was expecting my aunt to have phoned my parents but nothing was said when l got home in fact, they were surprised that aunt Martha hadn’t phoned to say l was on my way home, l never got asked to stay again, they are still together and she won’t speak to me should we bump into each other. My Brother Dave came home from university and we made up for lost time because l was now on the pill he was happier about dumping his. “Oh god yes! It’s wonderful! Ohhhh yes.. it’s so big.. yes.. fuck me.. fuck me hard.. please.. fuck me!”“Dhanjay! Fuck me! Fuck me, Dhanjay!”“Yeh! That’s better! Love to hear the same Say it again!”“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck meeee, basssss now just fuck me!”I flung my head back and laughed. “Then take it, bitch! Take it. Prajakta you truly really got a tight cunt you bitch, I cant believe you are mother of two!”. She was stunned to hear the same, at the same time was.