She could feel her heartbeat increase as she was standing on the patio. She was feeling the sexual rush and the memories were flashing through her hea... as she was waiting for someone to open the door. Mrs. Smith opened the door and was wearing a tight white tank top. She had red hair that went down to her chest and she was wearing a pair of tight jeans. Hannah had never noticed that Mrs. Smith had a nice figure. She looked really sexy as she opened the door and threw her hair over her. He buried his face in her cleavage. She reached back and undid her bra freeing her breasts. She began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He stripped down his pants and underwear in one swoop, freeing his already hard cock. His big bulbous head curved upward and she worked it up and down between her hands. She sat down on the edge of the bed and appeared to be ready to take him in her mouth when instead he pushed her down across the bed and positioned himself between her legs, his face. Montauk. The furthest edge of my universe at that time in my life. The very tip of the known world. The enormous gravitational vortex of my attraction to Heather was centered there. Between was the well-traveled path, a knot of telephone wires, padded envelopes, and monotonous pavement, where hopes were always highest in both directions. Beyond was the infinite sphere of cracked glass, where we cast our intertwined filaments, together.I stepped out of our car and stretched. The heavy yet fresh. My poor sister was probably in that shower, right now, (and had been for hours) crying her eyes out and trying to scrub the degradation, of what I did to her, off of her body and cleanse her soul.God, I thought, pulling the sheet up to my neck and shrinking in the bed, how was I going to face her now? How was I ever going to face her again? I'd had such a loving relationship with her for all of these past years and now, in one, lustful night, I had ruined it all and betrayed her trust in.