A thought suddenly pops into my head, and only one word resonates. Boobs. After so much time spent stealing guilt-filled glances, I needed to know how...they felt. I pulled away and was met with utter confusion. My hands found their way up her back and trailed up her arms. I traced her collarbones and gave her a look that asked the question I couldn't form with my mouth. She gave me a nod and that's all it took.She didn't have on a bra, so all that stood between my hands and her chest was a thin. "For an out-of-work model she was arrogant! "First," she said, "give me something to do besides look at this blurred and blotted painting you seem to think represents woods."She had me transfixed. And she knew it. She no longer looked at me, but now through me, as if I were a table or chair sharing the room with her, furniture of no interest. Gleyre handed her some pan pipes of sorts. "Here, pretend to play these. Pretend to entice some satyrs from that background painting." I've. I remember her telling me about her and her step dad fucking, so I stopped and ask her if she wanted her step dad to fuck her too. She told me no but I told her that turns me on watching her getting fucked. I told her to get naked and lay in bed, took me a while to get her to say yes to fucking her step dad again. She finally got naked and laid in bed while I put my pants back up and went to get him. I told him that Sam wanted to talk to him and I had to use the bathroom. He went in and saw. "The couch pulls outinto a bed, which two of you will have to sleep on. Sorry about sharing,but there isn't a whole lot of room in here."There were a few giggles at that. I was certain they didn't care wherethey slept as long as they were here."The TV is hard to miss," I said, garnering a few more chuckles as theylooked at the large screen hanging on the wall opposite the couch."There's a blu-ray player and other electronics in that small cabinet."I pointed, but the girls still seemed to be.