It wouldn't be fair to say they'd turned her into a work of art. It was -- what's the word I want? -- a collaboration. The canvas -- her feminine athl...tic body with its gentle curves and small breasts -- contributed to the overall effect as much as the artists' work.Even I couldn't take it all in at once, so I started at the top. A satin band, gold, circled Hadiya's brow, widening to cover the empty socket where her right eye should be. Centered there was a glittering amber jewel bigger than my. Silky."Jake noted, "He's not saying anything." He sensed the reality of Rich'splight. "Did I catch him in a bad mood? Is it his time of the month?"Marla said, "He's probaby sulking. We were just talking to his sister,Dutch." That would definatly rub him the wrong way. And I wouldn't mind rubbinghim the right way, at least while you're wearing him." Well, he might be in this state for quite some time. I find that Iprefer my spouse this way." Won't you be lonely at night?" he wondered out. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep passionate kiss. Bill was stiff, resisting for a moment, but at the first taste of her soft sweet lips, his willpower crumbled and he gave in to her female charms.Bill took one hand from her tit and placed it at the small of her back, pulling her closer into his kiss. Christy moaned into his mouth as she felt him yield to her advances. Bill, now committed to some kind of action, broke their kiss after a few heated. After a while I dug out the gas barby and fired it up, Mum brought out some steaks from the fridge and a salad she had prepared before we had departed home. Once the grub was ready she opened a bottle of white wine and we had an enjoyable meal.Well sated from the meal and the wine we made an early night of it. A few times during the night I heard Mum's muffled crying, I wanted to go and comfort her but I knew it was best to leave her cry herself out. I know I was still feeling pretty miserable.