She drove to work in Peter's car. Since she wasn't yet licensed he had to be in the car as well. So I either had to drive her home at the end of the d...y or deal with Peter hanging around all day. What the hell, I thought. Sylvia could drive Peter around on her errands and I could sit on my ass drinking good coffee."So you have to show the model home this afternoon?" I asked. I knew that she did, since the messages were mostly about the housing development."Yes and we could have sold out. .“Girls, this is my hero, Raymond Lewis “Ray”Harrison. He is the father of Mangini’s and my baby!”Sienna had warned me that her sisters had never been shy and that they loved being sexually aggressive when the three of them were together. I thought I was prepared for some fun with these two Italian beauties, but I was nowhere near prepared for what these two Texas Italians did as soon as Sienna introduced us. She had requested that I wear my faded, short sleeved denim shirt, that I had worn. She pulled away and said, "No, not yet."She instructed me to lie down on my bed, face up. She stood over me, straddling my face and looked down on me. The sight was indescribable. It was something out of one of my fantasies only much, much better. Her pussy lips looked slightly red and swollen from the considerable sucking they had gone through. She looked down at me with an arrogance I had never seen before."Kiss my feet and beg me not to piss on you," she said. The arrogance had a seriousness. It was the kind you see in movies like 'Deliverance'. I wanted to at least buy a Coke in a place like that once more in my life. My dad had been a bird hunter in the south when I was growing up. I was a bit of a tomboy, you reckon, so I had been out with him plenty of times. I didn't realize how much I had missed the rural south until that moment. I don't even know what caused it, but my youth just came crashing down on me. It was like the old crack in the dam trick. It's a trickle, then a.