But he was too shy to engage her in any further banter. He watched her intently, as she sauntered down the path to the beach. She seemed to float, r...ther than walk, like she was more angel than human.From then on, she would pause by his canvas every day, and study his latest additions to his painting. He became more comfortable with her gentle attention, and he found himself waking up each morning with a new sense of urgency to get to the beach and work on his art. He would try to think of. .." he was still a little pissed but it was super hot. He had a towel on as well. Fuck. "Let's wake him, shall wee?" he asked while shaking my father's towel off. My dad was nude again, and conscious. "What the hell man" my dad was still completely wasted, he started walking with his dick swinging around. -"Get dressed man!" Sean ordered. "What the hell man" my father repeated a couple of times. I handed him his clothes. "Can you please walk him out? I'll join, I just need to get dressed" Sean. Matt had his own small flat close to the town center so I used to go to his to pick him up before going to the pubs and nightclubs in town, the night started pretty much as normal with us both being quite a bit drunk but instead of the nightclub we went back to his place to eat and watch a film on his video so with chips and cans of beer we sat on his sofa watching a soft porn film that turned us both on like mad with me trying to hide the fact that had a fierce erection that was very. "You're going too fast!" Matthew complained. Claire stopped outside a plain door. "Here we are," she told him with a smile.She opened the door and inside, Matthew found a small room made to appear larger because of the mirrors. He looked at his reflection, and then nervously at the bench, the chair and the small tray of tools that stood beside it.His parents watched breathlessly from behind discreetly placed spy holes as Claire closed the door and smiled at her younger brother."What's that.