But when Mary pulled off her sweater, Eva lost track of where her hands were and just stood there fully exposed. I took her hand and led her to the st...ol where I’d draped a towel. “What I’ve got in mind first is having you partially on and partially off the canvas,” I said, drawing her attention to me. I scooted the easel with a two-foot canvas up behind her and started directing her into different positions. I’d move the canvas around and try her in different positions until either Kelly or. Then he gave me two hard spanks on each of my buttocks before lifting me up and turning me to face him. Victor grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter top. He spread my legs as he lifted my skirt to take a look at my shaven pussy lips. He then looked up and made eye contact with me as he moved his hand up my thighs and to my pussy. I maintained eye contact with him until he slipped two of his fingers into my wet pussy and started fingering. Did her lover make her cum? Did he wait for her to get off before he blew his load all over her tits? I almost went off on her and told her I found the pictures, but I didn’t. “Yeah, sorry about that, I just couldn’t hold back.” “It’s okay, but next time I get to cum first.” Gwen got up and went to the bathroom to wipe my dripping cum from her fucked pussy. By the time she got back in bed I was already asleep. I slept well that night; I didn’t dream of Gwen or the guy or anything to wake me up,. I had hellish thoughts that enveloped my consciousness, but a man ought to bury those sins deep in his heart and forget them as father would have said. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before. Only this time it was more than just barely audible. I with a calming.