A London gallery which had previously sold some of Jonathan’s pictures expressed an interest, and displayed some of his work. She’d gone down ther...e to see it, and it was most strange to be standing there in front of a large image of one’s self, naked, on display in front of a load of strangers. Helen’s mother was further shocked when she discovered this, a fact that amused Helen even more.One of the first pictures to sell was the painting of Helen on the swing, and a good price it fetched too.. I raised my right arm and pointed to him with my raised fore finger, and then, as if gaining the upper hand, I surprised myself and said, 'You can be first', and as I looked challenging at him, I saw the blood drain from his face, as he slipped from his high point and disappeared from view, that old flame of passion between my legs had returned, I was on fire again as I looked at each man in turn, I heard the knock on the cubicle door and I turned and put my hand on the brass snibb and started. My mother was ok with it as was daddy. We were working out one morning. He was helping me by spotting me as I squat lifted with weights.I sorted of stumbled when I sat the weights onto the floor. Daddy caught me and my arms went around his neck. I looked into his face and couldn’t help myself. I pressed my lips into his kissing him passionately.His arms went around me and he returned my kiss. Our tongues met as we kissed. My workout pants were filling with my pussy juices. My hand drifted down. " You make it sound..." Merry, my own fucking father was a fucking drunk!" I said, my voice raised with those words that were fueled by my emotions. "I know what it's like. He nearly killed Mom and me and God knows how many other people on more than one occasion when he insisted on driving. He did get into accidents, you know! He'd always say it was somebody else's fault, but we knew. I don't ever want to be in that situation again, and I don't want to hear about anything like that happening to.