Go ahead and cut mine, baby." I did as he said, cutting at the exact same spot as before, and he flashed his teeth, opening his jaws so I could stick ...he stogie between his teeth. "Right, now, here comes the most important part. I personally prefer to light my cigars with a match, but a butane torch is just as good. Never light it with a Zippo, you'll taint the flavor. Got it?" I nodded, mumbling a little yes sir, and he smiled. "Good."He reached into his jacket chest pocket, the same jacket I. That was what brought on his later problems. His mind shifted to how much Susan loved orange and he found himself wishing he had found orange condoms back when he and she needed protection.Thoughts of Susan was never far from his mind after that point. He managed to "perform" more than adequately using the orange condom, but that was the last of his erections. By that time the sun was well up, and he begged the evening was over without hurting her feelings.He took a shower and dressed to. Little gazed at Jenna’s body and I wondered what she was thinking. Their eyes met and nothing could break their gaze. Finally Little pulled Jenna in and kissed her on the mouth. I woulda been shocked if I hadn’t seen them make-out before. What surprised me was how bold my sister was acting in front of me. Fuck it, Live and let live. Jenna slid off of Mick and leaned into Little and Smith. They pulled her into a three way kiss. I was so busy watching them, I didn’t notice Mick sidle up to me. That's one thing that amazed my co-workers. When I had the first party at my apartment after moving out, everyone showed up in slacks and nice outfits. Not me, I was wearing holey jeans, sandals and a faded sweat shirt. The comments that night about how I had dressed brought alot of ribbing. It didn't bother me though, I was the host and this was the real me. I was burned out on Banana Republic or one of the other stores for the fashion conscious.The few dates I had I always dressed immaculate.