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Horny Aunt Addi

... set of small, but beautifully painted, tits. Lower, the girl appeared to have fingers stuck in her pussy, which was covered by light brown hair. “I’m not sure how old she was in this one, but dad made her have sex with him just before he painted it. Blessed Lord, it’s shameful.” I laid my hand on her bare leg and patted her for reassurance, “It’s alright, Addi, with my limited knowledge, the artwork itself is brilliantly done. This could be worth some good money some day.” She didn’t object when my hand remained on her bare skin. Looking at the second canvas, it was a close up portrait of Delilah’s face, “What a beautiful sister you have. Is she still in the Chicago area?” “You didn’t say anything about her mouth, Don. You do know what that is, don’t you?” I squeezed her lag and rubbed it up and down between her knee and the bottom of her shorts, “Of course, it’s a load of sperm. Was it your dad’s, too?” “Yes… thank Jesus he never made me do that with him. He really didn’t force Delilah to, she was always ready to please him… and yes, she’s still in Chicago. She’s been married to the same man for almost 30 years.” I stopped my hand where her shorts leg began and spread my fingers, my pinky slipping just under the material, “Let’s look at this last one.” Delilah was lying on her back, her pretty face propped on a pillow, looking between her widespread legs. Her father had done an amazing job of capturing a flow of white cum, draining from her slightly open cunt. A small ...

... puddle on the sheet indicated it had been a massive ejaculation. “Damn! Somebody fucked her real good. She must have got a pint dumped in her. Your dad was one helluva artist.” Her hand gently pushed mine away from her shorts, “I don’t believe in playing games, Don. Let’s put these things back and say a prayer.” “No problem, let’s have a look at the rest of these, first.” There were four or five more small paintings of Addi, but in all of them, her back was turned and her father never portrayed her front side in any of them… good art work, though. In the bottom of the box were some old porn magazines that had gone out of publication years ago. She moved closer to me so she could point out the articles her dad had written, “There’s one of the worst ones. I’m sure The Lord never forgave him for writing things like this and for the things he did to us girls.” “Did he ever have sex with you at all?” “Heavens, no! But not because he didn’t want to. He tried all kinds of things… money, treats, bicycle… he even bought me a car when I turned 16. Praise Jesus he never persuaded me to do it. “I’ve never told anyone about this, though; not even my first husband. Only the Lord and I know about it… Daddy was getting me into position for the painting you saw last time, the one with the kitten. I didn’t know what he was doing when he coated his finger with Vaseline. “He turned me the way I was supposed to sit and told me to raise up. His hand slipped under me and his finger slid right inside me. ...