"You're an artsy type," I say. "I would have figured you're actually into people singing in Italian." I love opera," Nicole says with conviction. "And...theater. And musicals. Anything that involves people dancing, or singing, or acting, or everything put together." She smiles as she watches her father giving us a casual wave as he passes the living room on his way to the front door. "I'm just egging her, that's all. They go out together all the time, like they're in their Twenties again. Mom. What a shame she was my sister. I often tried to push these thoughts away by thinking that a 25 year old failure like me, still living with his parents, wouldn’t have a shot with a girl like her. And of course, there was the fact that I suspected her of being a lesbian. No hope there anyway.“Hmm… I think it’s a letter from uncle Tim.” I explained, looking at the return address.“What ?” She exclaimed. “But he’s dead.”She ran down the stairs and grabbed the envelope from my hand. I simply stared. The women were dying to get into it but they wanted to watch the two men end their mating dance. Nigel’s huge cock slapped against his stomach as he slid it up Charles’s crack. The Frenchman got on his knees and the women clapped as the mating began. Nigel slid his rod up the Frenchman’s hole as if he had done that all his life. Charles let out a cry of pain and pleasure as he was filled completely by the Englishman’s cock. Nigel’s stomach seemed fused to Charles’s back while only his hips. He thought as he untangled himself from her death grip. Turning slowly from Ivy, Nikolai faced his friend and occasional business partner."Niko? Ivy what the hell is going on?" Disbelief and anger colored Coles voice as his eyes bore into Ivy."Don't you take that tone with her Cole." Growled Nikolai. "This whole mess is my fault and I fully take the blame and any ass kicking you feel like dishing out." Nikolai said as he ran his hand through his recently disheveled hair."Wait. You two know each.