With our drinks empty, Lisa suggested we head back to the unit to watch a footy game (AFL, Aussie Rules) that was about to start.As the three of us go... out of the hottub, I could feel the eyes of the three fat chicks checking Matt and I out. I have to admit, we both looked pretty good in our speedos.Back at my little unit I poured another drink, yes we were all getting a little tipsy but we weren't driving anywhere. Lisa and Matt sat on the couch with their towels wrapped around them. Since my. I finally had to walk away from her. With a glass of wine in hand, I went to gaze down at the shimmering waters below. It was so strange, but when I looked over at her dock, I no longer saw the beautiful way she’d stretched on tip toes, reaching for the sun. In fact, she wasn’t there at all. Her spirit had left. I knew that it was that spirit that I needed to capture. But it was elusive to me. Something was missing. It was right in front of me, and I knew that, but it was not clear. Then, like. In fact, let’s start right there. Geton your knees, girl.” He pulled down his zipper.“You’re serious aren’t you?” she asked, putting a handon his shoulder, her jutting breast right in his face.“Your own sister?”He nodded and she bent, pulled him to her and kissedhim, open mouthed, tongue extended.Billy jumped back, astonished, and then his sisterknelt in front of him, pulled out his sore cock whichhad been demanding service for almost an hour,. "Look behind your head," he told her, pointing out a faint drawing on the wall behind her. "This was done by Vincent Van Gogh over a hundred years ago, while he lived here in Paris. He painted it as a tribute to the prostitute who lived here under the city. He was her favourite customer, and he painted it as he lay in this very spot making love to her."They looked at the faint image and saw it was a portrait of a beautiful girl, naked and demure, with a glint in her eye that said as much as any.