She wasover from the UK and stayed with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressedby this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultrablac... make up, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnetboots. We directly had a click and she started telling about her life inLondon. It appeared she was a professional corset maker. She showed mesome pictures of her work on her IPhone."Wow, that's really cool," I said as I looked at some glamorous picturesof gorgeous girls, dressed in. I asked her if she was horny? She said I'd like to find a big cock to fuck. I asked if I could watch? She said she would think about it.As we finished our last drinks I felt someone grab my shoulder and yell my name. I need more like I had been shot. It was Doug and he had John with him. They both fuck my wife on a regular basis.He sat down next to me as John went over and gave my wife a full french kiss before he sat down. Doug said what are you guys doing down here? I started to answer but. Her eyes were at once transfixed on the cut of his jaw before she realized she didn’t know what to say and her gaze darted about. ‘You…did a good job today,’ she muttered before going back to trying to get her keycard to work. Jesse McCree shot her a wry smile and said ‘Thank you kindly, ma’am, you too.’ He walked out of sight. She was left looking at him as he went, the keycard finally unlocking the door. She sighed as she entered her room. He’d just called her ‘ma’am.’ What the hell was that. Really meant a lot. So, I just wanted to explain my second encounter with my same sister and what I have got from it.Remember guys, I am not here to write a fake story for likes and cheat you, people. It’s my real life incident and I have thought 100 times before sharing it.As I explained before, I am a software developer in a start-up. Earning a good amount of money which can fulfill my desires and also lead a luxury life in society. After the first encounter with my sister, we never had the.