When he was in the right position, she tightened her legs around his thighs, pulling him fully into her in a single stroke. ‘Now, do it, white boy, ...uck this black bitch cunt! Fuck it good!’ He grinned and bent down to invade her mouth with his tongue. He reached down and pulled her left leg up to rest on his shoulder, then did the same with the right, so she was bent double. Her knees were resting on her breasts, her pussy was stargazing. His arms were outside her legs, supporting him. He. ”Not that. That wasn’t what worked. That was just another example of me casting a line and seeing what I could catch.“Do you think it’s wrong for a brother to be sexually attracted to his sister?”“Yes.”“What if she’s really, really hot?”“It’s still wrong.”As you can tell, I was getting pretty desperate. I’d started just asking whatever random questions came to mind.“Would you have a problem if Lucy started wearing short skirts all the time?”Hell, Lucy would have a problem herself if she started. His gaze relented and he said, "You're 100% right. I should not have done that. OK. Re-calibrate. Got any pajama pants I can put on for the night?" You DO realize, right... that I sleep naked?" What about the sweats and t-shirt?"I pointed to a heap on the floor in front of my closet."I see. Well, that's not gonna work."I looked around for something he could put on. "Aha." I reached for the pair of folded pants lazily draped over the footboard of my bed. "Here. Toss these on. I'll close my eyes. ” It did make sense actually. She led them back out at a much more leisurely pace to the table. Marcos was gone now and they sat and watched a floor show.Victor turned to her once the dancer left the stage and the music slowed. “I didn’t know you were a stripper. I thought you were…”Taris turned. “What?”“I thought I saw you in a cop’s uniform but…”She nodded. “Oh…Ya it was just for this…”Marcos came back at the end of the song. A woman with dark hair and playful green eyes followed him.