'I bet she rubbed her brothers cum into her face and probably her tits too'. My mind began to get creative. 'I bet she slid her little cum-slick hands...all over those big tits, coating them in her own brother's creamy cum. That disgusting cunt. I bet she moaned out when her fingers slid over her big hard nipples and down into her copious cleavage valley.' I was giddy at the thought. That dumb slut.I had finally gotten the satisfaction that I so badly needed. Her bitchy passive-aggressiveness. She considered herself to be a wandering minstrel. It was a lost art in a world of ipods and shock videos. A lot of folks believed that wandering minstrels, buskers, and sidewalk artists were actually thieves. That usually left them getting chased off by law enforcement types.“Are you kidding? With the way you play, they’ll be inviting you back,” Burl said.“How do you know?” the young woman asked.“I listened to your last set. That was real nice. Not many people sing those old ballads anymore,”. He’s a friend of mine. I brought him home because he left something here and needed to pick it up.”Burt and I moved into the living room. By now Deb was trying to cover her bare tits and keep her bare ass out of view. Burt didn’t try to hide his gaze. Deb was embarrassed that Burt was looking at her as he walked into the living room, but I had her blocked from leaving the kitchen.Deb came over to me and spoke quietly, “Mick, let me get by you so I can get dressed.”“Don’t worry about it, Deb.. Frustrated, I squeezed her even tighter, grinding hermound even harder against my featureless crotch. It brought me no closerto something that now only existed in my mind, but it seemed to intensifyher pleasure.I was still squeezing her limp, spent form, when I heard my Mother's voiceechoing up from the front parlor."Mike? Julia? Where have you two got off to now?"I released Julia, took a moment to get my breath. "Up here, Mom. I wasjust, uh, showing Julia my room." Well, get down here! It's.