I was an embarrassment to my former self. But I did not change my ways, in fact things worsened. As I was now 18, I became attached to alcohol. I dran... at home and in excess at parties. I became the kind of sexual deviant that I used to look down on, having pointless sex with girls who couldn’t care less. It somehow made me feel like I was overcoming my two former loves, but it was just a pathetic mask for my pain. The love I shared with Zoe and Kylie was irreplaceable, no amount of meaningless. Once there they flew from Havana to New York City where a large contingent of socialites greated them with a lavish welcome home dinner in the Astor Long Island Mansion."Home again, darling," Grace said, looking in the mirror taking off her exquisite ear rings and dropped them in a velvet and silk box. When she was finished with her jewels, she locked them in a wall safe covered with an oil painting they both posed for in the early nineteen thirties. On advice from several men in the know,. . and hugs! I was always quiet, and never really spoke unless questioned. I just kept smiling and said hey. My older sister was 16, and my younger sister was 11. I was 13 at the time when i first met my step sisters. They were 25, 21, and 17. All of them which were very pretty and made me blush with all their compliments, stares and giggles. I always looked so innocent yet was always a bad boy on the inside. I seriously masturbated every single time I sat on the toilet. We went to put our bags. I pushed her legs back against her chest, letting her feet touch the bed behind her head. Then I gripped her hips and raised her ass up to my mouth. At first I licked her sticky pussy, then I moved my mouth an inch down to her asshole. I licked and sucked on her puckered asshole, heating it up again. Then I probed it and drooled inside it. I pumped two fingers in and out of her ass, working more saliva inside. I dropped a big final dollop of spit on her hole then I squatted over her ass,.