During my last babysitting evening for my friend Jane, I found a video of her making love to her husband. Afterwards, I couldn't look at her at work w...thout thinking of the scenes I had witnessed on their DVD player. For weeks the thought of it would make my cunt start to drip and I would have to go to the ladies to bring myself off. It had turned me into a sex maniac. I was masturbating 4 or 5 times a day and the image of Pete's cock spurting cum, hands-free, was always on my mind. Whenever I. I would lay my head down on the arm of the couch and think of my sister fingering herself and sucking the juices. Every few minutes I would lean up and dribble some spit onto the head of my cock for some lube. Little did I know my sister came home and was standing behind my head watching me. I leaned forward to dribble some more spit onto my cock and caught her reflection in the TV. I jumped up and covered myself I must have turned all different shades of red and try to apologize while trying. The moment she stepped down and I turned my eyes towards her, I was stuck, completely frozen. She had fully drenched clothes, which was feast to the eye. Her light green color shirt got stuck to her beautiful boobs while her trouser cling to her ass and legs showing her perfect hourglass figure. I was lost in the raindrops, which fell on her body and were slowly moving down her head to the face and then moving to her neck and gradually being lost in her cleavage.I came into my senses and told. " She led him over to the easel.He gasped. She had painted him. He was wearing all black, with a black cape wrapped around his shoulders, and a black hat with a red feather in it. And, he was riding an all-white horse, through the forest. It was Dave as Prince Charming out of a fairy tale."Wow."She beamed. "You like it?" Like it? I love it." I didn't know if you would. It's a bit fanciful." That's one of the things I love about you--you're not afraid to let your head drift into the clouds..