And a new hard cock was nudging at her pussy. My cum was still oozing from her pussy. He now straightened her on her back and was kissing my sister wi...th urgency. His cock was hitting her pubic area and easily found the target. My cum had already lubricated the vagina. Arun’s cock easily slid into Anita’s pussy. He was little thicker and the pussy stretched a bit. In a way, it was good for both fuckers. Anita’s pussy awakened to a new cock fucking her. The kiss was also different. Arun changed. ”Jessica interrupted her with a laugh trying to make her feel better, “And I really upset the apple cart didn’t I? Stealing your brother, making a slave out of you, trying my darndest to steal away Jenny, welcoming every stray that showed up to the point you got turfed out of your bed.”Natalie reached across and hugged Jessica tightly and then she pulled back just slightly. “Jessica, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” This time her eyes were moist. “You showed me that anything. ” Mistress complimented me, albeit in the strict, unsurprised voice a teacher might use, for their star pupil. I took a deep breath through my nose and smiled, feeling very proud of myself. Mistress walked around me, removing my wig, glasses and ball gag, and then pulling the dildo from my pussy. Then, I felt her clip the lead back on my collar and pulled on it. “Up.” She ordered, bluntly. I dutifully climbed to my feet, and allowed myself to be pulled through the kitchen and out into the. It hadn't been so bad in o-four, but now it sucked. Last year we got a lot of early art history: Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Michelangelo. Plus our own pathetic attempts at drawing and painting. But now Mr. Kincaid was onto abstract art, an art form that he thought was the height of human endeavor, but which, I thought was a waste of paint and canvas. Fifty minutes of listening to why Pablo Picasso was the greatest artist ever definitely fell under the cruel-and-unusual punishment provision of the.