“Er, yes she is, the result of a car crash.”She was locking her eyes onto me, tilting her head to one side.“Then who’s Almira?”My mind stopp...d.‘Yes, who is Almira?’My thoughts shot in all sorts of directions.‘What was I doing here with Almira when my wife was sitting in her wheelchair at home? Guilt.’‘What do you call another man’s wife who you fuck? A friend? Your mistress? Taboo.’‘You are living a dream! Lucky boy! Lust.”‘Will you wake up soon, and crash and burn?’‘What if Almira, or Karl,. For 4 lessons on each of those Wednesdays I just sat there, without the blanket, while the students drew me.I was impressed at the detail of my pussy that some of them drew.Of course I only had the one pose but the teacher said that that was okay, that the students could do the same drawing each rime and he’d see how they’d improved over the weeks.The third Wednesday that I was there I asked the art teacher if I could model for his students when I got the casts off. Unsurprisingly he said that. "This ought to fit you," she said thoughtfully, "it is anold one and has stretched a bit." I slid my arms through the straps andturned whilst Alice fastened the hooks and eyes. More rolled up flannelsprovided padding and, as a final touch, Alice tugged my own chest fleshup in a way that gave the impression of cleavage. "There, with a bit ofmakeup to give some shadow in your cleavage you have a very respectablerack!" she announced. I blushed with embarrassment. If anyone had toldme when I set. Thinking back it was corny as hell but all I could think of saying was "Do you need a hand?" My wife nearly jumped out of her skin, she bolt upright with the sheets just covering her waist and below. "Jesus Christ, you scared the life out of me. What are you doing home so early?" I wasn't in the mood for talking or explanations I simply got onto the bed and started to kiss my wife. Our mouths parted and let our tongues explore. I loved it when my wife would force her tongue right into my mouth.