"I don't know what I want to do with the pictures, but figure they will be useful for quite a while. I think her cunt isn't very wet. The first pics...will be you eating her slit. Put your heart into it. It's either that or you pay for my divorce lawyer as soon as we get home. The uh jury is out on what finally happens."I started to protest. She stood up, took her cell phone out, snapped her fingers, pointed at her sister's cunt and said, "Eat away stud." Knowing I was beaten, I knelt on. With Vera slightly hard of hearing it didn't make for the best circumstances to have a serious conversation. And Harold was drunk enough to have decided to 'come clean'. It took quite some time before Vera realised that when Harold talked about 'being in trouble' he wasn't talking about the completely inappropriate behaviour towards his stepdaughter but rather his gambling debt. And conversely when Vera talked about his plans 'not adding up', Harold was at first unaware that she was not. "And when you were through using me for your pleasure...I wanted...God help me, I still do...I want you to make me pregnant, Professor...I want your baby in me." The words made her cum. The Harvard-trained attorney was barely able get those shocking words out of her mouth, yet she couldn't stop the litany of lust that poured out of her . She looked into his powerful, intelligent eyes and tried to finish what she had started. Her voice came out in a deep, scratchy whisper. "I knew I was a bad. The thrum from the car engine ebbed away leaving the trill of birdsong and occasional thuggish seagull.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Walking slowly, he showed everything he had, athletic, boyish good looks, slim-hipped, and smooth-skinned. His wet tousled hair caught the sun, raven-black, and sparkled like polished jet stone. Dropping down her sunglasses, the bulge in his tight speedos captivated her attention. Squeezing her hand, she leant in and whispered into her ear. That brittle upmarket accent.