I still have that picture in a drawer in my desk, and although the corners are getting dog-eared, I still sometimes stroke myself while studying my si...ter's butter-colored face.What's more, she knows I find her attractive. Not long after she gave me that picture she caught me studying her body, and it wasn't the first time or the last time. We've never discussed it out loud, but it's an open secret between us. That pouty face she used to make me stay is the same one that she uses to do whatever. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking her as we waited, but I was strangely drawn to listening to what was going on in the bedroom. Their lovemaking was much louder this time. I watched Amita squirm to the sounds of her husband’s moans of pleasure he was receiving from my wife’s silky vagina. I continuously re-adjusted the front of my pants as Sunita screamed out the effects of another man’s cock mercilessly coercing her body into waves of tremors. Once. Oops. Gail, don't take offense to me calling you one of my girls. That's how I think of you and it would be less than honest if I tried to comply with all those workplace requirements about discrimination. That's why I need to retire. I'm seventy—two years old and that's too old to change." I don't know, Atwood" she said and paused then blushed when she saw Atwood look at her warily, "I sort of like it, myself."When Gail arrived at the hardware store to pick up Howard, she walked around the. I noticed right away a coven of military types huddled around the warmth of the generous fireplace drinking all sorts of concoctions from tea to whiskey to hot chocolate. Due to my weakness of will with regard to spirits, I had recently vowed to stick with tea or coffee or even fruit juices to avoid that placidness of soul that made me more muddled than vibrant.My parson garb and lack of weapons made me outside that circle and I simply sat there in close concert but mostly unnoticed due to.