Getting to the vintage store got them closer to the more ghetto side of Harlem. Black and brown faces studied them. Joe decided not to worry. Moe was ...earless.Moe dove in and surfaced with two incredible vintage dresses. One blue and one crimson. The owner claimed the red one had been owned by Billie Holiday. Somehow Moe managed to talk down the price anyway. Not the over the ankle black slip on boots with two inch heels, which, like the jacket he had just found and the leather one found in the. “I said no, ok, no means no!” she said as she got off my lap and ran to her bedroom.I followed her to her bedroom door but she looked into my eyes and mouthed a silent “no” as she closed her bedroom door. I stood there, hard cock and all as I heard her sobbing softly. I was thinking of barging through her door and just taking her but my heart quickly softened as I turned and headed to my bedroom.As I laid in bed, trying to sleep, my mind kept reliving the intense feelings my sister’s mouth had. At this point I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I pull into the driveway and nothing looks out of the ordinary. After walking through the front door I announce, “honey I’m home!” I feel a stirring in my balls and my heart beat picks up even more. As I walk down the hall towards the bedroom I get the first smell of sex in the air. I can’t wait to find what my beautiful wife has in store for me; did she really go through with it? As I cross the threshold to our bedroom all of my senses. Actually groceries would be good too.Suddenly at the intersection I was amazed to see a stunning brunette in an exquisite short red satin dress step from a café door into the road. Completely incongruous to her surroundings, she wore full length matching satin gloves, high heels, what appeared to be diamond necklace and earrings and was made up as if she was going to a fucking prom or wedding or something. She must have been mid twenties I would guess. She began to look towards me and pout full.