She looked out the window, at the main house that sat on the side of the garage where she slept. She wondered for a second, if her father, or anyone e...se for that matter, would actually see her in porn, and what her father would think started to bother her. She stopped herself, and reminded herself that it didn't seem like her father cared what she did, so Clare had no problem with her decision. At least, she hoped. Closing her laptop, Clare sighed softly, and figured there was no turning back. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling for a moment, almost afraid to look, afraid to dare speak to Carol. My God, what would she think, what would she say? Helen didn’t dare try to guess. She looked down and could see Carol resting up on her elbow, looking longingly at Helen. “How do you feel” she asked Helen. Helen nervously, with a very shaky voice, said “I’m OK, what about you?”. She hardly dared to hope that the answer would be a positive one, but she shouldn’t have worried,. ’ I shook my head and said ‘too bad’ because I was a big fan of Indian works of art. She said, ‘I’m very sorry but this one is from my private collection, and I really don’t want to part with it.’ She told me the girl that works here for her just picked up the wrong piece and placed it on display. She walked closer and said in her soft voice, ‘Hello I’m Cindy I own this shop.’ She held her hand out so I reached for it and said ‘I’m very pleased to meet you my name is William and I really like. My stiff cock is rubbing at your now soaked pussy.But you've cum so hard, you are still clamped shut. We know what we'll do though. I stand up, and then you roll over, offering up your ass.I spread your ass cheeks, and start rubbing my cock up and down your crack for hubby to watch.I've been edging for a week, building up to this. "Oh, Brenda, what a sweet ass you have," I whisper."Yeah, rub that cock up my crack, give me your cum!" You start humping back at me.I've been so turned on by eating.