I explained to him that I didn’t want to get engaged in a long conversation with him, took him by the hand and led him out the door. We walked arou...d the corner in search of an alley suitable for what I had in mind. That proved to be a bit more complicated than I had imagined. There weren’t any decent alleys on Howard Street to speak of. We finally went into a parking garage across and up the street a bit from the strip club and found a relatively secluded area in the rear of the place. Her phone rang again. ‘What?’ she answered. ‘Hey, babe. You ready to go?’ Langdon couldn’t help but smile as Connor’s voice carried through the phone. Even his voice was sexy, and she felt suddenly at ease. ‘Yeah, I’ve dressed up all fancy just like you asked.’ ‘Well, what are you waiting for? I’m downstairs.’ Langdon shot up from the couch and scrambled into her shoes and coat, nearly falling down the stairs in her rush. She flew out the door and nearly collided with Connor where he was. ‘Ohhhhhhh…ohhhhh yeah baby! Mmmmm I love that dick!’ Lita groans as she seductively rakes her fingernails against his muscular, tanned chest while she roughly rides his thirteen inch cock. As the hotel room door opens, Lita’s assigned roommate, Trish Stratus, steps into the hotel room and closes the door behind. Trish, dressed in a pair of nicely tight fitting black pants and a white top, pauses upon hearing the moaning coming from within. Trish Stratus steps around the corner and looks to see. We’ve been together roughly 15 years as we are in our late 20s/early 30s. This is how it all began between us. If incest offends you, I suggest you look elsewhere. My parents were both recovering alcoholics when I was born and fortunately never relapsed when I was growing up. I really had a simple childhood; I was quiet and people liked me because I didn’t bother anyone. My world changed when my grandfather died in a bad accident – my father’s father. My dad took it really hard and started to.