?My house doesn’t have air-conditioning. I have to leave a window open all day just so I can sleep at night.? I don’t think I heard a word ...hey said after that. It had been a year since I last snuffed a girl, and up until that point I hadn’t seriously contemplated doing it again. But the hunger always returns, just when I least expect it, and it had returned. Although I wasn’t yet sure if I would go through with it, a plan was forming in my head. I went out to my car and turned on the. " a voice asked from somewhere unseen. Tucker glanced around as amigraine set in. "Or should I say fucker? He he. Soon enough." Whitney?" Tucker asked. The voice sounded eerily like his sister Whitney, whoshouldn't have been home from college for another day. What the Hell was shedoing in his room now? "Where are you?" In you," Whitney's voice stated. A sharp crack emanated from Tucker's back andhe grunted with the sharp pain. He felt of his lower back and found that it hadcaved inward like a. “Don’t take me for granted,” she told him. “That wouldbe a mistake. And let’s keep this quiet, OK?” He assured her that he would, but within a couple ofdays every man working there knew that the new girl inShipping could be had. Big Mike, the forklift driver,was one of the first to take advantage of a horny andwilling co-worker. He was also the first to walk awayfrom the storeroom with Sharon’s panties in his pocket.When he held them up for public. All topped off by a heart shaped face with green, almond shaped eyes and a pair of DSLs any girl would die to have. She looked fucking good, and she knew it, but she hadn’t found a good cock to ride ever since she joined the sisterhood. If word got out that she had a little clitty and was a sister? She’d get kicked out and lose all the wonderful perks of Greek life.So she went to painstaking lengths to hide it, she lost track of how much tape she had used over the past semester. She lost track.