How are you going to get from here to the car, shit for brains? I need to focus. I should start with the things that I can control. I need to clean my...elf off. That should only take, ummm... two FUCKING DAYS!!! Then I can clean off the surrounding area that I soiled. How disgusting was that? Then what? I am clean, but smell from Taco Hell. The area is clean, and yet I have no shorts because there is a puddle of poo on top of it. Maybe I can clean them in the toilet water. That is too disgusting. His voice already had me hot despite my fear. He did what i had least expected him to do. he grabbed onto my shirt and with one hard tug pulled me onto his lap. "what are you doing?" i gasped wanting nothing more than to have him pound my ass as hard as he could. "I don't know, you can't remember any of your sketches?" it clicked that i had been on his lap with my cock bulging out at him in one of my drawings. he Grabbed my ass with one hand and pulled my hair back with the other standing so he. They both stood there with hard cocks expecting her to suck them but she said not yet. She then told me to strip off too. I pulled off my tshirt, took off my shoes and then my trousers and stood there in a matching pair of sheer to the waist, crotchless, tan pantyhose. My cock was sticking out through the crotch, hard at the sight of my sexy wife as always. This was the first part of her dare to me, now for the next part. She had so enjoyed watching them suck each other off last night that she. “Try this!” She posed with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. I very quickly took two quick snaps.She smiled walked on only pausing to talk to the lady at number 21. I was surprised no one seemed to mind her nudity. She walked on until she reached my house.“Do you want a few more pictures?” I nodded speechless. We walked on to my driveway squeezing past my fathers van. She posed and I must have taken about twenty pictures of her.She stopped posing to press herself against me..