"You just saved our asses!" You got to learn how to talk to people, Jaime," Dawn said."Yeah, 'talk'" Nancy muttered.Dawn peered into Nancy's cubicle."...ot something to say, Nancy?" Dawn asked."No, nothing," Nancy said, and then coughed what sounded like the word 'slut.'"Jaime rolled her eyes."Don't mind her," Jaime said. "She's just jealous cause she never gets any male attention around here." Never occurred to me," Dawn said. "Anyway, we're gonna have to buckle down and get the project done. I became depressed after the man I loved (supposedly) died while touring in Afghanistan, and I needed the support. When I moved back in, I discovered just how big of a whore my little sister had become while I was away. (And how big of a slut she had been without my noticing.)One Friday night she left to attend a college frat party while mom and dad went on date night. With nothing to do so early in the evening, I decided to do some chores. I had a light dinner, cleaned up, swept, and read to. Two hours later I rolled over and spooned her on the bed. My dick was hard and I pushed her panties aside and slid my dick into her already slippery wet pussy. I whispered in her ear and asked why she was so wet…Ana smiled and said she had been thinking about Byron and that fantastic black cock of his. I pumped her wildly and finally emptied my balls into her stretched and well used cunt. Then I rubbed her wet crotch and told her goodnight. Next early morning I was at work, when Anita called. All pale blue. Grace wished she could look like that. Though it must have taken five minutes just to put those boots on.“Hi,” Mia smiled round, till her gaze ended on Mohammad. “How did I guess?”“Guess?” asked Grace.“He said quarter to nine, to me. I’m early.”“Oh.”“I said half past to quarter to, I expect,” claimed Mohammad. Mia was taller than him in those boots; almost as tall as that American collection of sticks she seemed to like. Though he himself would still be stronger, of course.“I’ve.