Not of her. Not that I wasn’t tempted, I just… it felt like stepping over a line, I guess. At least it did until she said something about it.“Yo... ever take pictures of people?”“Not often. Sometimes. Only with their permission.”“What about mine?” I had to laugh a little, her eyes both bold and shy as they met mine.“I’d love to.”“Cool.”So I did. Nothing posed. I wasn’t big on posed photos.“Just be yourself. And we’ll see what happens.”We’d taken a dirt road. I’d wanted to show her a meadow that I. Phil picked me up and off we went. All day I felt horny.Once work was done we all headed down the pub as usual we commandeered a corner of the pub and I sat down deliberately opposite Phil. I wasn't obvious but did make sure he got the odd little peak up my skirt. I couldn't hardly wait for us to call it a day and head off. Once outside I told Phil I needed to go back to the office before we went home. We headed up the stairs to our floor, Phil trailing behind I could imagine him peaking up my. It was enough to let him know: if you’re coming with me, we go naked into this dawn together. He wanted to curse himself for being captured by nothing more than a mask and waves of burnt silk hair. But it wasn’t like that. His nose was open wide and full of unseen tendrils of her aroma. The universe this morning was reduced to synergy and hunger and the cloying need to drown himself in the suspicion of what or whoever she was or could’ve been. Fucking questions. Fucking blood in his veins. "Lisa smirked. "Will you let us share it?" she asked. I'm sure her question made me leak cum in her sister's mouth.She cupped my balls in her elegant hand. She asked again. "Can we share your gourmet cock food?" Her red nail polish and wedding ring glinted in the dim light. "After you sodomize me and fuck your load up my ass, after my dumb little sister licks your sperm out of my freshly sodomized cheating angel ass, can I eat some too?"Lisa knew I loved that word: sodomy. Fucking Lisa, my.