“Come for me.”“Yes!”“Come for me,” he repeated.He had to clench his teeth for a moment when she slammed her hips back. Her fingers were a ...lur over her clit, and her face was flushed. Her hips careened forward and back at a frantic pace.“Come for me, Destiny.”“Yes!” she screamed, the sound echoing back from the trees.“Come for me, Destiny.”“Oh yes, Darkni. Oh! I’m there. I’m there. I’m...”She came with an earsplitting screech.Darkni drew in a noisy breath when the already tight confines of her. "Come on in Pril." It was something else ... I am jealous of Olivia, because she has a guy and I don't. Goodnight, sorry I bothered you," she said closing the door.The next morning, after a shower, I met my sister downstairs in the kitchen. She was cooking breakfast, so she had on a T-shirt and panties to protect herself. It was the only variation of the rules I allowed and only for her.She put some great smelling food on a plate and handed it to me. I stopped by the refrigerator and got some. ’ ‘Not simmering. It is just to satisfy a curiosity. The answer whatever it is will not make any difference.’ ‘And you waited and waited and when it appeared that the chance might go away for ever you asked.’ ‘No, Dad. Doctors do not think you are in any danger.’ ‘Well you have asked a question and I have to answer. I will.’ This conversation took place in fourth floor balcony of a large block of flats in a posh residential area of Chennai. It was a sumptuous flat, the balcony was a deeply. Perhaps I am unfair, she was not promiscuous, but she was quite the sex kitten when it came to doing it frequently. She was not shy either about being open and honest of her lovers' prowess and stamina. I not infrequently got a review of the evening passed at our breakfast table. I confess to being titillated by the salacious details she deigned to share with her old man.Old man maybe, but not dead, the morning woodie was tenting my underwear and the reason lay before me in all her splendor..