This time, he buried himself in me, and I could feel his body twitch and jerk as he unloaded his come into me. He pulled me back against him, his dick...still inside me, and held me in his arms until it grew flaccid and slid out. “I'm dripping on the sofa,” I said, jumping to my feet. This is the very thing I didn't want. His come was running out of me and as I stood, a big dollop dropped right to the floor. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of paper towels. I started scrubbing the wet. You know?”Karen shook her head, her shimmering hair gleaming. “No, not that, only with my fingers.”“Would you...”“Maybe...”Karen’s hand moved down Sarah’s shivering body, along her thigh, then under the housedress, stroking the smooth flesh of Sarah’s thigh.Sarah drew in her breath, her cunt pulsating wetly while her sister caressed her bare flesh. This time she had to touch, too. She slipped across and closer to Karen, and when her hand moved up the nyloned thigh to the hot flesh above, the. Barring a miracle, he was beginning to feel his books and games would continue to be his only real companions until he was done with college at least.He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting down, he pulled a mud-caked ring from the creek muck. It looked exactly the right size for his finger. Shrugging, he began to wipe away the grime to get a better look at it. And then a most peculiar thing occurred.The ring began to. “Very cool of you. I like your attitude!” She said, looking me straight into my eyes. “You have a great body. Very virile.” she added, looking at the prints.Then she picked a print and froze. “This one should be displayed in an art gallery.” Etty looked at me and again at the print. “Now I understand what you meant by being intimate with your models.” She said in a very thoughtful manner.The print she was holding, was shot by my ex girlfriend, who was also into photography. It showed me.