Besides, I wouldn't want the rejection," I laughed nervously.She giggled. "Now who's being presumptuous?"Josephine rearranged herself so her right han... was taking the weight of her head, leaning on her elbow. Her left hand was moving steadily lower. The light scratches of her nails just below my navel were causing my cock to rouse and thicken. She looked steadily into my eyes and whispered."If you asked me if you could stay tonight, I would say no." Did I do something wrong?" I asked, then. She hadn't missed him eyeing up her outfit, either."Yeah, sure," he said. "Let me just throw on a t-shirt and lock up the house."Danielle waited in the car, nearly wiggling with anticipation. She'd told her dad she'd be back in an hour, after explaining she wanted to show the car to Jason. Time was ticking.Jason returned to the car, now in a white t-shirt, his tight jeans riding low. She could still smell the sweat on him as he slid into the car; her favorite scent, all manly and raw. She. The beautiful carved columns in Smokey's mirrorframes summon thoughts of Bellini's reverse spiral columns in theVatican, Trajan's monument in the Roman forum. Who commissioned theseworks, and why? The Medicis of Florence underwrote Michaelangelo'sDavid. Were they merely flaunting their affluence, advancing theirpolitical influence? Centuries later, we think that art is somehowimportant, even transcendent, like the cave paintings from Lascaux,which signaled the dawn of human imagination,. "So these are happy tears?" I asked."Yes, silly. I know you and mom had made love years ago, but I thought she was over it. But you have her back now, and that's wonderful," she said. She looked down at my cock and said, "Here, let me take care of that for you." She slid off the toilet and took my whole cock deep in her mouth. Maybe it was everything that had just happened, maybe it was the fact my sister was laying in front of me with my cock in her mouth, I don't know. But I instantly.