She helped him saw and drill and build, and by evening they had what looked like a 2x2 foot wooden box with an oval hole on top, mounted on one end of...a 2x4 foot wooden sheet of plywood on the floor.That evening, she helped him carry the base upstairs from his studio into his living room, displacing his fichus tree."So, will I be your statue tonight?" Tonight? No. It'll take a few hours to encase you in plaster. And you need to be able to hold the pose while the plaster dries for several more. By this time Lucy had calmed down and recovered her equilibrium. A little further down the road she looked over at me."I can't believe you made me do that," she giggled.I slowed down and took one hand off the wheel as we reached a stretch of dual carriageway."Spread your legs," I ordered and she obediently moved her legs apart. I reached over and felt her pussy and it was rich with her juices. I held up my glistening fingers."Whatever you say or feel, that little escapade seems to have turned. "She's more wet than she's ever been!"That was too much information. I backed out of the room and ran straight into my sister."Hey, Jason," she said softly. "Good morning," I replied with a nervous smile. I didn't want her to see Mom and Dad going at it in the kitchen. I didn't need to worry about that though."Suck on my tits? " she asked nervously as she pulled her shirt up to her neck.Her gorgeous breasts were exposed, the pink nipples already becoming erect. She reached up and pulled me. He’s great for conversation. Second, my house. Every corner I turned, there was a reminder of Keith. I needed to get away and think about my own future. I was sure that Brad and I would at least have a calm, quiet weekend together, reading, talking, reconnecting.Did I premeditate what happened?I dunno. NO. Really. But we were running through a grocery store buying the perishables for the week and we happened to go down the wine aisle.I like a glass of wine or two in the evening, and honestly,.