What did Brenda think?”“I CAN’T tell her! She’d kill me.”Just as I thought. Great blackmail material. Now for the next step.“Come on over....I just bought some beer.”He could never resist that offer and was soon at his limit. Carol made an entrance wearing her bathrobe. She stood in front of him smiling and asked, “How’s the pecker puller tonight?”He was in distress as he said, “I think I’d better be going.”Carol pushed him back in the chair with, “Sit down unless you want Brenda to hear about. "Hello?" Candi?" The voice on the other end made my heart beat a little faster. "This is Frank, Sharon's brother. We met at the party, remember?"Hi Frank. Of course I remember you." I said as casually as I could, my heart beating so strongly that I though that Frank could hear it over that phone line."I wondered if you had anything planned for Saturday night?" Frank asked. "This Saturday night?" I asked, playing for time. All I had to do is say that I had plans and that would be it. I mean, how. It was packed with Whites, southern Italians, and Blacks alike cavorting. There was jazz playing, liquor flowing, gambling in the far flung corners, and flirty, loose-morals atmosphere in general.The brothers were dressed in Zoot Suits with hanging gold watch chains visible and pointy French-style shoes. Junior and Alvin wore fedoras color-coordinated with their outfits. Harry’s head was covered with a stylish pork pie hat. They were some snazzy looking men. All of them had similar facial. She still had those killer dancer's legs. I watched every step she took as she moved away from me.I sat there at the table maybe ten seconds amazed at the situation I was in. I stood up and walked down the hall to the room she shared with Eddie. Darlene stood there, then went to her tiptoes, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me oh the lips while moving her breasts against my chest. Her nipples were burning into me. My cock was like a cannon aiming at a distant target.She moved her.