He came toward us and looking at my sister and totally avoiding me said, “Come, I want to speak to you.”Sumi was taken back a little. I heard her ...ay something that resembled, “What?” He replied with a smile, “I just want to speak with you.”From Sumi’s reaction, I thought she expected an apology from this drunken 40-year-old guy. But she was not getting it, and it confused her.It was me who broke the silence. “What do you want to speak to her about?” I asked. Vel looked at me like he didn’t. I was laughing at the sighting of what I had just down to him, and he just cursed me out. After a few minutes I thought maybe I had killed him, but he slowly raised his head, and locked eyes with me. The look he gave me was pure evil. A grin formed on his face, and I knew I was in trouble. But then he straightens, and stands up. The grin leaving his face, and he became all serious.“I’m going to take a shower. You should too. You stink.” He said walking out of my room, but not before smacking me. ” “Well,” I said, “I figured a thong.” She started to kiss me more vigorously and parted her lips. It was the only invitation I needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth and met hers beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her up and put her on the counter. Overcome with need and want from being starved of love, I flipped her sundress over my head as she leaned back. My tongue slithered from clit to perineum and back again to her already. Voluptuous breasts pushing through black lace barely have time to register on your brain before my arms are wrapped around your neck and the full length of my body is pressed tightly against yours. Backing me against a wall, you kiss me, hard. Lip-bruisingly hard. Too hard for a first kiss, but neither of us can help it. Your tongue explores my mouth, as though searching for something, maybe the answer to why we are both so crazed with lust. I suck on it, bite it, and finally we separate, to.