I put my cock away and went outdoors for a while.Soon my wife was calling me in for lunch. That was when I realized just how much they looked alike. T...ey were both about five feet seven inches tall, both about one hundred and thirty pounds, and even their hair was the same color and length. From behind like that, there was no way that I would have known the difference.Robin was my wife’s older sister. She was thirty-five and my wife was thirty-four. We had been married for almost ten years and. Smelling them was a turn on. Actual contact with my sweat made me irresistible to a woman. ‘Come on.’ She said when I was done explaining. ‘How is that possible. Did you slip some drugs into me yesterday? That has to be it.’ ‘No… watch.’ I reached into my arm pit, where there was a touch of perspiration and caressed my wife’s arm with a finger, all the while thinking ‘pleasure’. ‘O GOD! O FUCK!’ she gasped. ‘God I need you! Right now! She jumped off her seat and was immediately on her knees n. Yet he remained secretive, became withdrawn, began drinking heavily and ultimately the relationship crumbled. During the thirty minute drive to his apartment, Linda mulled over what the ex-wife had shared. Perhaps Fred Landry was hiding something from seven years ago. But what would that have to do with his daughterʼs death now? And what could elicit such violence?“Mr. Fred Landry?” she asked, standing at the door to the small seedy two room apartment.“Yeah, Iʼm Fred Landry. Who wants to know?”. They will be here for the summer as soon as they graduate.”“We need to invite them too. We don’t need to leave any of the women out, if you have fucked them and-or given them a sexy young body.”Mom said, “Lucien, what about Miranda and Patricia? Will they go with us? I would love for them to be with us.”“Yes, they will go with us. I’ve even thought about asking Janet Jett to go with us.”“OH HELL YES!” Deb yelled.Mom looked at Deb and asked, “Do you have something you need to confess? You sure.