I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day ... was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized everyone else had left and it had become dark outside. I only came out of my focused trance when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up I saw it was Jason,. The day finally came and my parents left after a thousand instructions. I dropped them and came back home to see that my uncle had bought a bottle of whiskey and was sitting the in the hall having it. It was ok to have alcohol in our house since dad used to once a while and we have parties at times and its served as well. He invited for me to have a drink with him, I politely refused and went to my room to change.When I came back to the hall I realised my aunt and cousin were missing. So I. It didn't help that Sarah and this Ricardo were such sexual soulmates; the way that man slid his olive-tinged hands over her at breakfast was obscene.Not that Bobby could claim the moral high ground; not long before his father left for good, Bobby had drilled a hole in his closet wall that backed up to the master bedroom. This had taken care of his sex education needs, but it also made him as jealously familiar with his mother's lush body as anyone short of a lover could be. Now whenever he. Completely naked he asked what I wanted. Just a shower I said. Really? Yes. Just use my stall at the end. I noticed it seemed busy in there but nobody was at the sinks. I went in the stall and took off my shirt and trunks to rinse them off. I put them on the counter next to a small bag and saw a porn mag titled "Family Hard ASSets". I'd never seen one like this. No glossy pics just a storyboard. I started jacking off anyway and was about to cum when the young guy "Jeff" came back with the.