She had the same problem I had. We had kept our dating secret. The wonders I had seen through Carol's keyholes. My vision of a pussy was Carol when sh... was taking a shower. With all the luck in the world, that shower stall faced the bathroom door which had a keyhole. For some reason, Carol had always left the shower curtain open as she showered, and I had seen her beautiful, hairy, v-shaped pussy many times now. I was not just fixated on her cunt, I loved watching her massage her titties with. We only had time for breakfast, but if I wanted to stay she had some ideas as to how we could spend our time afterward.The painting would have a Spanish theme, a mother and her daughters picnicking in an olive grove. Damned if she didn't have a couple of tree trunks in her jumble of props. She set them in front of a mural of a large hacienda, then removed several long black wigs, flouncy skirts and blouses from the costumer's boxes and hung them out. A few minutes later two of her subjects. Some results came back fairly quickly,some a while longer. All turned out ok. My mind though was still the same. I would stay loyal to Bob. I had ignored Ians text messages for nearly 3 weeks, i would have changed phones but it was a company one. It all went quiet for a couple of weeks and Bob and i settled into married life. A couple of sessions making love, at a weekend. He got blow jobs, i didnt get my pussy licked. Of all the men in the world i pick one who doesnt like the taste. What he. She didn't know what just happened or what would happen next. All she knew is that she was already feeling a hunger for her brother's cock and cum. She started crying.I wasn't done, I had to make sure she was my new cum slut. I grabbed he by the hair and pulled her to a sitting position on the bed. I pulled her to my still stiff, cum covered cock and forced her to take it in her mouth to clean it. I watched as she cleaned off my cock. Her tears ran down her cheeks and onto my hard cock. I know.