It didn’t take me long to reach orgasm, I turned slightly and aimed my spurts at the wall as I did not want to damage the photo . I put myself away ...nd I watched my spunk dribble down the wall . I remember having a giggle to myself about it. Well , I was pleased as I had a nice picture I could use as a fantasy any time I liked ! AND I actually knew the model in it ! . I went downstairs and put the photo in my wallet which was in my jacket . I had kept my jacket in the understairs cupboard to. .. girls, booze, making new friends.After a few hours, I was rummaging about in my stuff getting ready to go when there was a light knock at the door. "Yeah," I called, and to my surprise my little sister Angie let herself in. She was dressed in tight jeans and a tank top, and her hair and makeup was all done up. Jeez, I thought, I sure do have cute sisters. "What's up," I said."Hey, just wanted to let you know Marie asked me to come to the party too," Angie said, and I was a little surprised. She seems unhappy though with her role." She is. She is insecure about her looks, about her scar, about being too skinny." She is very beautiful. It is true though that she would be even more beautiful if she were happier. What is on your mind, First Wife?"The opening was too good. "A fourth wife. Pilar. Macro, you know that I was hesitant, even against it. I've had time to think. Pilar spent the last two nights with us. I wanted to see whether I can be comfortable in her presence, even if we. His eyes could no stop looking at body. My perky tits were pointing right at him and he could see my entire stomach and ribcage. My shorts stopped below my hips and were even tighter around my assin a sitting position.As he glanced with his eyes I have to admit, I found this very amusing. He was putty in my hands now.As we were talking I noticed he was also beginning to slur. The alcohol was getting to him too. His eyes no longer averted mine when I caught him looking. His eyes didn'tseem to.