The Vietnamese woman was used to teenage girls with a bit of attitude.She brushed it off like a pro. Jessie returned a minute later with his tights ro...led up in his hand. Heplaced them in his shoes with his socks and sat on the comfy chair. Heplaced his nails in the swirling water bath and boy did it feel good. Itwas like a spa for your feet!The Vietnamese women pampered and scrubbed the mom and son's feet as thetwo relaxed in their plush chairs. Jessie's rose colored polish wasremoved and his. “Well, I was thinking of making your fantasy come true about having a threesome.”“Wait! Do you want to have sex with your sister?"Again, she stared straight ahead, thinking hard. “Alright, I guess if this is to be, then I have to tell you something.”I had a feeling but wanted her to tell it.“When my sister and I were about sixteen and seventeen years old, we played around with each other. It got pretty involved. It was never anyone else, just the two of us. We tried everything we heard about. She told me that was fine.I doubt if 10 o'clock ever took so long to happen to anybody as it did to me that evening. I mean Christmas came faster when you were 6 than 10 PM was happening. Finally we all went to bed and I waited until I could hear my father starting to snore. Carefully ... every so carefully I slipped out of bed and crept out of the house. The Johnson's lived a couple of blocks away and in no time I was standing on their front stoop. Miriam opened the door and let me in. My. .. what ... Shit, where's Dennis? I don't want him to know about this."Max again. "He doesn't. He won't." What did you do, drug him?" Better. Sent him home." Huh?" He woke up. I told him you'd got pissed with him for being so drunk, and that you'd caught a cab home. He grabbed his stuff and left." Oh, God."Rissa spoke then. "Look, I thought maybe you'd want to. If not, let's just call it quits." You expected me to want to be in bed with you and your husband? While you fuck?"She sighed. "Yes..