He had her under him and his cock was being dipped into her mouth , I’m sure they knew I was there by now ,I saw Gwens tongue occasionally slip into...Bob arsehole ,she was his slut and doing anything he wanted , he was licking her beautiful red painted toes while she licked his nut sacks , I was wet and wanted to join in , I got up and walked to the other side I saw Bob whispering in Gwens ears ,he then lay side wards and Gwen laid against him I knew they wanted me to join so I got to the front. " Have you had sex with someone and then blackmailed him?" Of course, not. I just fucked around, Darla. I fucked around because it was fun and felt good. I wasn't a slut because I lacked self-esteem, either, like a few other sluts I've known. I fucked around because I adored fucking, still do. That never changed. Even after contracting a venereal disease, I didn't stop enjoying sex, I just stopped falling on my back and spreading my legs for any reasonably attractive man or woman who wanted. During the half time break I walked out towards the laundry to grab more beers for everyone. I wasn’t really paying attention, just going through the motions. I glanced outside to see most of the women talking in a group, just chatting and laughing. What struck me first is that Kate was not amongst them. I looked again and saw Kate in the pool, sitting on one of the steps, leaning back against the wall, what caught most of my attention though is the fact she wasn’t alone, standing about three. There were paintings that were in the same frames and matting to contrast the walls that were painted in white with golden tones and black streaks faux style that made them appear as marble. Each painting had been painted with one color of paint. The hue varied, but the scenes were only one color with some white and black tossed in for highlighting. One was of a tree near water in red; another was of a bus heading down a steep hill in blue. The yellow picture was hard to see but looked like a.