”“But...”“Look, it’s simple. Steve will sit and watch, and I’ll talk him through the process.”“Um...”“You don’t have to do anyth...ng you don’t want to do, and I promise Steve won’t make it weird. Will you, Steve?”“Nope.”“See! It’s simple. Steve, sit down. Katie, come stand next to me.”“Okay...”“Great. Okay. Now, Steve - do you understand kissing?”“Not really, no.”“Katie, close your eyes. I’m going to kiss you.”“What?? But ... I’m your sister!”“Jesus Christ Katie, I’m not going to enjoy it. This. " Good idea." She looked at me. "Just friends? Just sex? Something more?" We'll find out. Don't push her." Right."Sarah emerged, smiling. "We're meeting in front of the Intercontinental around 1630. Thanks for the tip." Sit down for a few minutes," I said, "And tell us about this Academy and about taxidermy." OK," she just plopped."Tea?" asked Rachel."Please. Well, as I told you, I loved your python. And I loved what that bloke did with it for you. Then, three years ago, my class went on a trip. There can't be a lot of demand." "You might be surprised. I admit I was at first. It started because I was asked. My father was a photographer - studio portraits, graduations, wedding albums, that sort of thing. He trained me and I worked first as his assistant, then he let me take on jobs on my own. I'd done computer studies at college, so I helped modernise the business. Something we needed to do. When Dad died, I could have looked around for a job with another studio, but I'd inherited. I focused my gaze on the erotic image of his hard cock sliding in and out of his wife, he pussy juice glistening on his rod. “Oh, Ray…” she moaned. “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming…” Ray’s pace never changed as I watched him softly hammer into Staci. Suddenly, her hand grabbed the back of my head, forcing my mouth onto her nipple once more. “I’m cumming!” She barked again, punctuated with a soft squeal. Ray slowed his pace, but didn’t stop pumping. “Ever taste cunt juice, Donny?” He asked me..