’ We both laughed. ‘I like my art visceral. It’s why Pollack works for me and a lot of avant garde music. I don’t really think about it. My gu... reacts to it.’ ‘So you’re a Jackson Pollock fan?’ ‘Definitely. And Rothko.’ ‘Maybe you could show me what you see.’ ‘I’d like that.’ ‘I think I would too.’ We stopped and kissed. As we returned to strolling I asked her, ‘So what can I watch you get amazed at? Fair is fair after all.’ ‘Dance?’ ‘I like dance. I had a…never mind.’ ‘What?’ ‘It’s not really. It is a strange sensation, but she likes the feeling. He then pushes in and feels his hair tickling her ass. He must be all the way in now. She can full both his prick and the dildo so close together and really feels full now. He stops and waits a minute or two; it is hard to tell time with all the stimulation. Then she feels him pulling his pelvis back and feels his cock as it empties from her ass, but he stops before completely pulling it out. He stays there with just the head inside. She can. He felt so good! Bonnie loved how deep he reached inside her, and she kissed him hard, tongue flailing as she ran her feet up and down his legs. He began to slide in and out of her, making sweet love to his sister as they kissed passionately, lips smacking loudly. ‘Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…mmmm’ she moaned into his mouth every time he entered her. Her tongue rubbed against the back of his mouth as his penis rubbed against the back of her pussy. Jeff wanted to lick Bonnie’s ass, but he was having trouble. .. and you, afterward,” I said as I got up, got dressed, and went to check on the toddlers.Erica had eaten somewhat neatly, though she still got some peanut butter smeared on her chin, whereas Eric’s face was messy as hell from the jelly on his sandwich and the greedy way that he ate it. They both rushed to hug me, though, and I didn’t hesitate to pick them up in my arms, sticky faces though they had. My wife’s laughter from the background showed that she had stopped to take a photo before.