Both Jill and Chloe weren't wasted for guys, but they obviously enjoyed a special friendship. I didn't care about any of that. Other than in the guy-a...stract. Chloe's DNA gave her a big chest drawing everyone's eyes. Though to be honest, my sister, from what I saw through shirts, though smaller, had way hotter tits.I felt weird thinking such thoughts, and all the while Mom went on blah-de-fucking-blah. I was tired of the couch. I was thinking of my bed. An afternoon nap was sounding really good. Not an athlete, but an athletic supporter -- you know. Good student, bad dancer. You know the type." Hell, Pam. I was the type. Still am, I guess." Goodness! Personal data -- from Richard! How unprofessional!" I apologize, Pam! You're quite right, I..." Oh, Dickie, please! I'm not serious! I'm only pulling your chain. Actually, I kind of appreciate that you'd let slip with a little -- personal information like that." Well, you may have been only kidding, but it was very unprofessional." You'll. Laura sniffed and said nothing. Jan raised his hand and delivered a stinging slap to her ass, making her yelp. “Answer me!” Still she remained silent. Jan landed another smack to her other asscheek, hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Ow!” Laura moaned, clenching her butt muscles as she flinched. Jan’s arousal became tinged with excitement and his dick got harder and harder. He rained smack after smack on her ass, spanking her till the cheeks were red and throbbing and she sobbed and. They talked cordially for a few minutes, both women hanging on his every word as he described his life as a painter."... and as I said in class, Mioki, you must LIVE what you paint. The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone aroused such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also.