His hand would occasionally cup and heft the globe of her breast as it thrust her skimpy top forward. His thumb would flick the protruding nipple. Whe...ever no one was near, Dave would alternate his other hand up to Vicky's other breast. Both nipples were standing proudly against the thin material of her top. Their kisses grew longer and deeper.Vicky slid a tanned leg over Dave's knee. This opened her gaping, wet pussy to his playful touches. It also served to cover his raging hard on as she. But thirdand most important, there was always a powerful message I heard in thespeeches that I knew would make a big difference to my life.The first year I'd heard about how to have a husband (or boyfriend, Iwould add) eat out of your hand by simply being the best, mostsupportive wife (or girlfriend) you could be, and how important it wasto be there for him sexually whenever he needed you. This message hadtouched me deeply, because it spoke to my servant nature, not tomention my appearance. I can’t be sure, however, not with those big dark lenses covering almost half her face. Nevertheless, my sense of Aunt Amy’s surprise came through in her voice when she said, “Oh, thank you. That’s nice to hear. Very encouraging.”My aunt settled onto the lounger alongside mine. She lay on her back, sighing as she adjusted the fit of her bikini briefs.“God, this is so peaceful,” Aunt Amy breathed.“Thanks for letting me stay,” I said.Without looking at me, my aunt waved a hand in a gesture of. ”I muttered, “Shit!”Jennifer brightened instantly. “Good to meet you, Jack. Now, what’s this about Sandy’s paintings?”He grinned at me. “She paints wonderfully. She let me see them earlier today. I liked one and offered to buy it. She wouldn’t sell it but offered to give it to me. I took her up on her offer. We had it framed this morning and it’s hanging in my living room right now. While we were there, the owner of the shop offered to show her work and represent her. She does wonderful work..