The door opened and in stepped Isabella in a vintage black and white polka dot dress that shaped every curve of her perfect slim physique. Her long bl...ck hair was in a French twist. She was wearing bright red lipstick. She closed the door gently behind her. Her breasts seem to be bursting out of her dress every time she breathed in. Isabella threw a big smile my way. I smiled back. "Isabella, what a nice surprise to see you again. What brings you here?" I asked curiously. "You," she replied. "You already fucked Millie, so now why don't you listen to her? Give me the truth, Matt, the God's honest truth."Matt took a deep breath. "I-I just couldn't keep my hands off your little girl, Sis... and maybe that was wrong. But, all those years ago, when you wanted it so much and I ran away... maybe that was wrong, too."He paused, taking an even deeper breath."Christ," he muttered, "I'm so fucking confused about what's wrong and what's right after this, I don't know what the truth is. I looked at her in astonishment. She just nodded her head. I decided to try changing the subject and asked where she was going when we had our awkward meeting. She was going out to lay out on the deck so that she could feel hot in her bikini. I said you don't need to feel anything , you are sexy in that thing. She hugged me again and this time kissed me on the cheek. I hugged back but this time could feel how soft and smooth her skin was and told her that too. She squeezed tighter. She. The problem is, she miscalculated what that friendship will be like if she marries Andrew.”“I know I said I felt you were making the right decision, but are you simply letting Bethany walk away? Is your running to Jessica a bad reaction to Bethany’s decision?”“No, I’m not,” I replied. “I know you had to ask that question, and I thought about it a lot. Did she tell you that I told her I was ready to get married over a month ago? She said she wasn’t ready. And did she tell you I actually.