If I was prone to embarrassment, that would have made me blush. It was a hand drawn rendering of a woman's sex, open and aroused."You don't have any p...ctures but you do have this," she said, picking it up to examine more closely. "That tells me something. It means a great deal to you." She looked over to me. "Did you know that pictures tell us more about ourselves than we do? A lack of them tells me that you don't have someone you are close to right now."I took a deep pull of my beer. "That was. "God Barry, this is all wrong," Mary groaned, "but don't you dare stop!"I had no intention of stopping, in fact I wanted my sister out of the bath so that I could lay her down to lick her in a less awkward position, from thought to deed was but a step. She gasped as I lifted her bodily from the bath, water dripping onto the floor as I lay her back on the bath mat, a heartbeat later my mouth was back at her pussy with her hands pulling me tight to her. Mary cried out as I lapped and sucked at. It made a whoosh sound. My wife drank it greedily like a slut. That night she got fucked by both of us-in the cunt and in the ass.Nowadays, we fuck very openly. When I fuck her, she sucks her daddy’s cock and vice versa. We have not inhibitions. We take turns to piss on her and she drinks our piss.Soon my wife became pregnant. We were not sure whose child it was. But we were not bothered. However, there was one downside to it. The doctor advised us to abstain from sex. This was a problem. As my. Worthington deserved everything that had happened to him. Even more, if the other dickwad got snared as well, then the world was righting itself, slowly and surely. Yesterday wasn't revenge, Brendan told himself. Oh, no. It was war and justice. Today, Brendan Capelli was no longer a victim — at least that's how he tried to convince himself.Unable to sit, Brendan put on his pants and walked down to the bus station. Ignoring his normal frugality, he bought a morning paper and sat down to read it.