Their family was looked down on by some people, since their father made a meager living with a dirt hauling business, and they have eight kids. I lik...d them, and thought they were being treated unfairly. Three of the boys are near my age, Kevin, Tommy, and David, and they were sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen years old, respectively, at the time the events of this story took place. I was closer friends with Tommy than the others, since we are the same age.I was just starting my senior year. The scene looked colder. The golden ray was gone, and the sky in the picture, through the window above her head, was greyer.Needless to say I paid the twenty four dollars. But I had ask where it came from. The homeowners, alas, couldn’t say. The paintings had been in the attic. They found them when they moved in last year. But they had the name of the previous owner. Ben Seigmann. That was all the wife at the yard sale could recall.I hung the painting promptly, in the bedroom of course.. Even when his friends had left, he stayed behind and wiped my husband face with iced-cold towel. He seemed to know how to sober up my husband when he wiped the cold towel behind my husband’s neck and very soon my husband opened his eyes. Both he and I held my husband to the bedroom to sleep. I then escorted him to the front door as I thanked him for his help. He turned around facing straight into my eyes and then lowered his gaze at my breasts. I did not know how to react and immediately. Satisfied with the knowledge that I was still willing to play her violent game, Prestira decided not to test me again, and instead displayed her generosity. She took me in over and over, the graceful length of her pale neck bulging with my girth, her smoky eyes closed to savor the depths of my lust, and the taste of it. She rotated her lips with her suction, her cheeks going gaunt with the pull of her mouth, her curled tongue sliding around me. I groaned. Yavara released Prestira’s nipple and.