” Betty said.“Thanks.” Donna said, sinking her fingernails into my leg at the same time.This time we both watched Betty walk away. “Oh my god!...�� Donna hissed. “Do you think she guessed ... you know that we’re...”“Incestuous lovers?” I offered, which earned me a smack on my arm from my sister. “You seemed to be eager to get out of here.”“Well, I’ve been thinking of something I wanted to do with you all day,” She confessed. “And, just now, you made me really ... really horny. We have to go. Anyway, it’s in the closet now, in the den. Let’s go check it out.? We went to his den and he poked through years of accumulated junk until pulling it out from the very back. ?Now I remember why I bought this,? he said. ?Maybe it’s time to hang it again.?I looked at it, seeing an old boyhood memory return to life. The woman was there, just as I’d left her. And now, she was definitely older than the one in my own painting. It was the same woman, just at different ages. We took it out of the. “Good. Get on your back.” She lay back on my bed, and a pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them and without warning, shoved eight, rock hard inches of cock into her, causing her to moan half in delight and half in shock. I ran my hands down her legs, and putting a hand behind each knee, held her knees back nearly to her chest and began to fuck her. There was nothing sacred or special about it. Ther e was no lovemaking here. I pounded harder and deeper, releasing one leg to make her lick. Well, if it was a show he desired, I would not be the one to disappoint,despite the cold. Ignoring the frozen sheets falling on my shocked skin, Ibegan to slowly caress my arms with the cloth. I made the conscious effortto frame myself in the door – a proscenium of sorts for my private stage.Years of dancing had allowed me full knowledge of how to accent a certain lineor curve of the flesh and I used every lesson to please my Master. So slowlydid I have the fabric grace me, every motion.