“My family is here, I grew up here. How can I simply leave?”Dale circled an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “It’s easier than you t...ink,” he murmured, brushing a lock of her hair back. “I’ve thought about you constantly since that day…”She felt the same. “But where would we go?”“Who knows?” he shrugged. “I have business in the city, then the sky’s the limit.”“I can’t leave… I… well…” he tilted her head up and kissed her again, her adrenaline spiked. He was good at this, she thought. " I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek."Did you get hard wood floors?" she gasped. Then started looking around some more. "Wasn't there a walkway through there? And a wall here by the stairs?" She then walked into the kitchen and just stopped and looked around. "Wow! This is amazing! I can't believe this." She then went to each cabinet looking them over, opened and closed the fridge the oven and touched every surface. "Who did this? It is so beautiful!"I stood there. My arms crossed. How could he help her to understand this situation just wasn't going to work? He put his hand on her hip under the sheets.He could feel her tense up in response."What do you want Michael?" she asked with a bitter tone.What do I want, he thought. He could think of a couple things."What do I want?" he barked. Then with forcefulness, "I want..." He squeezed her hip now for emphasis. "To make. Myself. Clear." Each word was hard and angry to show her he meant business. He pulled her toward him, then. Would she know that I had already fucked Robin?Robin said, “You might not want to do that. I’m not very clean down there.”My wife said, “When have you ever been clean down there?”Robin replied, “After our baths together.”Then my wife swung her leg over Robin, squatted on her face, and buried her tongue in her sister’s pussy. The very pussy that I had just fucked about an hour ago.My wife said, “God Robin, you’re really wet. Have you been fucked recently?”Robin replied, “You are really wet too..