Coach and I were having sex, but more than that, I was learning and exploring. I knew he had his urges, manly, basic urges and I began to find that I ...oved to fulfill them for him. To pleasure him and even be submissive for him if that’s want he wanted. No one had to tell me, I just knew. My urges were overwhelming. Cock was all I could think about and how amazing it could make me feel. I could not help but wonder and think about how incredible it must be to be a woman. A woman’s role is know. She confided to me that her so-called uncle made her steal for a living and was caught recently himself, now chained for a decade of labouring. She wrung her hands on the tiny white apron in distress when she added with down-cast eyes, that her thieving uncle stole the most valuable asset from her one night - that she was so relieved to know him faraway! Then she burst out in a flood of tears, threw herself at me so unexpectedly that I nearly spilled the precious port. »My body is ruined, my. I was sure, as the afternoon progressed, that the three were enjoying the art and were enthusiastic supporters, but they seemed to have another agenda at the same time. Twenty paintings, examination, and discussion took three hours. Kate and I were exhausted when she helped me hoist the full Bacchanalia onto the stage. I had a special stand I had used for the mural rendering as the eight-foot plywood backing would collapse the easel.“Not this one,” Bob said emphatically as they stood to examine. Ellora left the room, and I couldn’t help but stare at her butt as she did - it, like the rest of her, was perfectly formed.A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the shower, as my little sister presumably washed off my spunk.What the hell had I just done?I slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning, images of my sister’s face and body never leaving my mind. I didn’t know what had happened, but I felt awful about it - my sister was an innocent, and I’d used her nudism to get off. I’d.