I was peering over her shoulder as her pencil stokes created a perfect, recognisable image of a bed of rose bushes. I had never had the slightest bit ...f talent for any of the creative arts and was always fascinated by the miracles that Maggie and Becca could work with their charcoals, pencils and watercolours. Maggie was sitting on her tall revolving stool and was wearing a loose, faded blue denim shirt over stretch blue jeans, which were pulled very tight over her round buttocks as she leaned. He was giving it to her so hard that you could hear some noise where their bodies would collide.Can she be my bitch forever? he asked.No, but i can lend her to you from time to time, i smiled and replied.He smacked her ass as i said that.I could spend the entire inside this tight little pussy, he said, and pulled the blindfold off.Bitch, i want you to ride me and look at while you do it, he told her.Gracefully, he flipped, carried her and laid on the floor so that now she was on top, still. Even her orgasms were really discrete. When questioned she said it was her sister. Then one night it happened. I was watching another TV went to get a drink and as I approached she was laid back in the recliner phone to her ear PJ top pulled up exposing her breasts, legs d****d over both chair arms exposing her pussy. She was using her middle finger to work her clit and easily working three fingers in and out of her drenched cunt. I could tell by her moans she was close to cumming so I stood. I wanted him to forgive me but I could never find the right words to ask. I didn't know he felt that way." I said with tears."Jay, he knew something was eating at you and was going to talk to you about it the next time you came to see him, but he died before he had a chance. I was going to tell you but everything happened so suddenly I forgot. When he died my life was turned upside down and I forgot to tell you what we had discussed and how he wanted me to talk to you about it. I wish now I.