The man spoke with a broad smile, “I’m Gary DeVille, and this is my wife, Nora. We recently moved in to the house just outside your gates and want...d to make friends with our neighbors. I hope it was all right that we walked around the gates?”Gary looked sporty and buff. Dave guessed that he too was a runner, worked out, and then possibly played tennis. He had a deep tan and dark hair that had been slightly bleached out due to the sun. He guessed that Nora was a year or two younger, also. Jonn was about right with his guess about the guy’s age. His rugged handsome face gave away his age at around 50 at least. The red shirt he wore was faded and worn around the collar. His jeans looked as though they had been spun from denim twice as thick as any Jonn had seen on the high streets.He ushered Jonn into the room.Jonn was about to try to explain to the man that he didn’t need to worry about the money. But he stopped mid sentence when he turned to face the corner of the room. There. "What! My sister!" I exclaimed, "why her?" Two reasons really," he said with a sly smile, "one she's drop dead gorgeous and two she available, you know, we going to need time and a place to use this stuff." But she's my sister," I said, but I had to agree with his logic though, she was the best looking girl around."Look mate," he explained, "you're always complaining what a bitch she is and how you would like to get even with her, well now's your chance." Yes I know," I said, but still she is. I kiss you harder to keep from moaning loudly. Suddenly I feel you pull away from me. ‘Roll over. I want to take you hard.’ I hear you say as you grab my hips and start to roll me over. I roll over and push my hips back to you. I bite my lip as I feel you enter me and grab my hips. I place my face down into the bed and moan softly. I pant as I feel your grip on my hips tighten and your thrusting speed increases. Your fingertips dig into my hips and I can that I am going to be bruised later.