We were back in my bed, and ohhhhhhhh, my balls were starting to churn.“Wow, Amber, this is one helluva way to wake up!” I groaned in pleasure.My ...ister looked up at me with my cock shoved halfway inside her mouth and did her best to smile. God, that was so fucking sexy. I could tell what she was thinking; her eyes said it all when they glinted with a sudden seductive mischievousness. We had discovered the pleasures of sixty-nining a few nights ago, and we both loved it. I could tell by how her. She showered and dressed in blue jeans.It was while she was dressing that she remembered the discussion she had about St.Vincents.She decided that she would go and see what happened.After all she liked and respected the women she trusted. It had started to rain so Agnata decided to get a taxi to St.Vincents.As she walked to the taxi rank a car horn sounded and Mary stopped and asked Agnata if she needed a lift.Agnata accepted.As Mary pulled away Agnata suddenly told her where she was. Very slowly she slides her fingertips from her shoulder down to her breast. Gently squeezing, she can feel her excitement through her entire body and Anders’ soft moans of approval only make her more aware of her own touch. It also reminds her of why she likes performing. Very slowly, her fingertips traverse down her belly, tickling her flesh.Anders is holding his breath, watching intently. He wants her to move faster. He needs to see and hear her climax. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want. Pat had a tech on a ladder to direct the lighting just so. An hour before people would be arriving - all preparation was done, and Pat poured us a small drink to settle our nerves.Ten pictures, taking over a month to paint, were spread all through this wonderful space. People started to arrive - the sound of people began to permeate throughout the place. I wandered around, listening to what people were saying. I heard, “They look nothing like his father’s works, ‘ and ‘What a talent!’ inspiring.