There's a lot more to me than what is seen on the surface.As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the... famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monatti tried to turn me into something I'm not, andeven worse, triedto separate me from myfamily. Sure, my dad may be a fat, inconsiderate retard, mymother a slutty, mean, self - absorbed bitch, mysister a suicidal social outcast and mybrother a homosexual megalomaniac, but whenit comes down to. .“Well, guys”, she said, smiling broadly, “it seems you all like what I have to offer, and you have my absolute permission to do with me as you like, but I think it’s nothing more than polite that that you let the birthday boy, my Robert, do the honours and let him enjoy my special gift first, and when he’s done, you can all have me for the rest of the day.What do you think, dear-are you up to it?Come on and show your mother a good time, I know you want to!”.“You bet”, he answered without. She only had a towel on and a small one in that. It barely covered her private parts and she didn’t mind if anybody here saw her.She never minded being naked around women before and with no men around, this made it easier for her to relax. She sat down at a table and waited for Belinda to return with her clothes.Half an hour later, Belinda returned with some girls and a bottle of wine with some glasses but no clothes. Angel started to feel weird that she was the only not dressed and held onto. No peeking, just fucking."Jessi gasped her agreement, and Annie freed her hands. Her fingers dug into the bed for leverage as she hammered my pelvis with her ass, each time driving my cock to the hilt inside of her. The hesitant girl was gone, leaving only this cum hungry succubus.Annie moved behind me and reached around, gripping Jessi's hips and pulling her back to me. "Hehe, Jessi. It's like I'm using this cock as a strap-on and I'm fucking you!" It was lost on Jessi, as her breathing became.