’ ‘An artist? What kind of an artist?’ ‘Painting mostly, but he’s done sculpture and other things over the years. I think Mom would paint to..., if he’d give her enough room in the studio.’ ‘And why aren’t you an artist. It must be in the blood like most things,’ David raised an eyebrow. ‘Wow. He wants to carry on a normal conversation after what he did before.’ ‘I thought I’d be a painter, but I’m not too good with anything but hands. I doubt if a career could be made in hand portraits.’ David. .”I shuddered as he gave me a glance. He would do something naughty. He had twelve edits a day now, but it took six for him to modify a city. If he did anything else, it would delay us by a day. I shuddered. As much as I wanted to scratch that itch in my twat, it would be better for our family not to.“No, no, edit away. You did some naughty things today. Let’s be good.”He grinned at me and swiped his screen. I drew in a deep breath as I saw the app open. Anael and Jophiel appeared lounging on. They were pretty big for her small waist. Maybe she did have a boob job. Maybe she was wearing a push-up corset. My original fantasy about her using her tits to lure innocent boys to her house came back to me on its own accord. Hell, I thought, I could fuck her tits!Her arms reached up to grab the drawstring, but instead they landed across her chest! I was seriously thinking about fucking her tits. My hand was still in my pants. I imagined the most youthful pair of perky tits around the slim. Angie grabbed his hand and escorted him into the building. Once inside she said, ‘Wait here. I’ll go find something for you to put on while we dry out your clothes.’ She disappeared into the other room as Jim stood dripping all over the front mat. After a few minutes, Angie returned holding what looked like a white terry-cloth robe and handed it to Jim. ‘Sorry but this is all I’ve got that will fit you. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and change out of those wet things’ said Angie. Jim.