I knew it. She reached ‘the wall’; the moment when an artist works on a piece for every day for months, and absolutely hates it. This is actually ...he reason why I don’t paint, I prefer feeling the medium in my hands. It feels more alive and interesting, thus helping me avoid the wall. “Hey! How’s your painting going? It looks gorgeous!” I said enthusiastically. “I hate it. I hate everything about it. I don’t even want to hand it into Ms. Brennan, let alone use it for my art portfolio to apply. If I knew what we were doing, I hoped, I might almost know what I should be feeling. As it was, I felt a little bit of everything."I don't want any phone calls today," she said, walking into the kitchen and fixing her left earring."Okay," I cleared my throat, only half-looking at her.She'd pulled her blonde hair into a severe bun, leaving a few deliberate tendrils falling past her ears. They were the only thing about her that wasn't perfect and that's what made her beautiful, at least to me.. I reluctantly said yes even though I was happy inside. She was wearing a saree that day. She and entered the bathroom. I acted like I was embarrassed and then she herself pulled down my pants.I was still under control. It was very hard for me to control my erection. She poured water on me and carefully put soap on me. She massaged my body with the soap. Meanwhile, my dick had become semi-erect. I playfully splashed some water on her.And it fell on her blouse. I noticed that it was becoming. Jim was still unsure and inexperienced but his trepidations were fading. The precum was addictive and freely flowing now. His motions were becoming more and more deliberate. Jim found himself wanting. He forced more of his brothers cock into his mouth. Jon’s breath was becoming ragged. He had had his cock sucked before, but this was so different. This was so wrong. But that just made it better. His brother’s mouth was so wet and so warm. He felt his cum beginning to release, but he didn't want.