That one was soon after Angie was born – obviously. And the one over there is of Dan and Dad back when he was a senior in high school.”“She’s ... pretty good painter,” said Lance.“I think so too.”I looked up at the painting of Mum. I could have sworn she was looking more dangerous than normal. I smiled.“So where’s Dan?” asked Lance.“Oh, he found something better to do than look after Angie.”I heard a thudding sound in the hallway as Angie ran to stand in the doorway. She stood and looked at us. Two doors down on the right. Just give me a minute to get dressed... " she said, opening the door."Okay. Just don't take all day," I said, leaving the room."You too, Squeaky," she said."Why me? And why are two calling me Squeaky?"I turned around and said, "Oh! Oh! Ehh!" in a real high pitched voice. And after I coughed a few times from the effort, I had to leap down the hallway and slam Scott's door in Chris's face.As Chris banged on the door and bellowed his insults, I turned around towards. With my free hand, I reached around, grabbed hold of his semi-erect cock, and began stroking it. “I want you so bad Jakob. I need to feel your cock fill me. I need to know you want me.” As he grew in my hands, Jakob was now touching my breasts, and rolling my nipples between his fingers. The small twinges of pain I experienced with his aggressive touch did not last long. I could feel pleasure take over. I moved to position myself over his cock. Slowly lowering myself onto him, I felt his cock. I was rubbing slowly watching Her, trying to settle my nerves and conscious that there were people all around, walking past and stopping at the stair-rail to look below. But I’m a very experienced mac-wanker so I knew no-one would know what I was doing, and I concentrated on my Goddess and Her posing, the way She was exciting Her fans by displaying Her lovely legginess and cleavage, laughing as they exclaimed in delight at Her poses and took lots of pics. At this point I just held my knob.