When I see that she repairs the drawing, I don't know what to say, and she continued to watch the drawing seriously, which made me even more worried.I...sit on the bed and try to explain myself, but before letting me say anything she asks:- Those in the drawing ... it's us, right?I don't know what to say, I just say yes. And she says:- It is very beautiful, you have talent ...She leaves the folder on the floor and crawls on the bed over me slowly, and looking at me with a penetrating look:- Maybe. At the same time I wondered what all this was leading up to."I remember." I replied quietly."I never figured out" Jim sighed, "what the hell made you do that to me. Care to tell me now Penny?"I breathed a silent sigh of relief at his question, for a while I had been wondering if my brother was hinting that he wanted me to do it to him again. Excited though I was I knew that I couldn't repeat the experience."I really don't know," I sighed, "we were playing, you touched my pussy through my. As far as it getting out, I have an idea if you trust me. I said. Of course I trust you. What did you have in mind? she asked. Well, I could always record what is going on. Most of the guys are married. The rest are in serious relationships. This can be leverage and I will be the only one who has access to it. I said. That could work&hellip, She downed the rest of her wine in a couple of gulps. Uh, I needed that&hellip, So what about you, she asked. Are you going to be OK with this? I know it. His thumb and index finger are on opposite sides of the blade, like the knife is an extension of his hand, and he pierces the flesh of each vegetable with the knife’s edge before bringing down the entire blade, working it through the vegetable, hitting the cutting board with a decisive thunk, and then turning the slices in tandem and cutting again until all the vegetables are in chunks – neat little piles of red pepper, green pepper, mushrooms, and onions. Sometimes he glances over at me and.