Monique laughed at the expression on my face, "Don't look so stunned. You are already fucking half the women who work here, what's one more?"It turned...out that Monique's husband was getting it on with his secretary and then coming home and getting it on with Monique. It never occurred to the idiot that Monique might notice that his cock tasted different on the nights he came home late and that she would figure out that he had been dipping his wick in another woman. What she wanted now was a. He was sat in his tight black boxer shorts and watched as his sister wiggled her tight ass in front of him as she walked upstairs. Once in her room Steph put on some music and decided to go and take a shower. She slipped out of her jeans and jumper and dropped her underwear into the laundry before wrapping herself in a soft cotton towel and walking out of her room. She was sure she just heard her brother groan but continued towards the bathroom. There is was again. She continued along the. “Welcome back Vic, when did you get in?” I asked as I sat down.“I got here about an hour ago,” he said after taking a big drink of iced tea. “I must say that shower contraption of yours is something special. And this iced tea is a real wonder. I could really get used to all this.”“Civilization does have its advantages, Vic, but then so does the peace and quiet of the desert,” I said knowing the latter was more important to him than the former.“Ah, yes, there is that,” he replied as his eyes. “We’ll come straight home,” Faith said.“Is that why you are dressed so nice? To go to a movie?” John questioned.“What are you seeing?” Joanne asked. “Maybe some of us could go along?”“Have you ever heard of Alfred Hitchcock?” Faith asked her.“Oh, Paul and I went to see one of his movies, what was it dear?” mom remarked.“THE BIRDS, scared the crap out of me. Haven’t liked birds since,” he said.“They are having something of an Alfred Hitchcock festival at the Palace Drive-in,” I said.“You two are.