If things were different, we likely wouddna got inta the whole mess." I cleared my throat and took a breath. "What happened with Beth and I was ... un...xpected. And unique. But not romantic. I'm not in love with my sister. Is that what Yvette's worried about? That every time we go visit my family, I'm going to sleep with my sister?" We're not talking about Yvette now. Are you concerned about that?"I wanted to pound this guy so much my arm was twitching. "No," I said, trying to remain calm, "I'm. I just had the strange sense that I was being watched from one or perhaps several of the windows that were all either shuttered or covered by very heavy looking black curtains. It seemed to sap the bravery out of me, until I saw the front open and the Japanese nurse standing in the threshold. She beckoned me forward. I headed slowly up the walk and climbed the creaky porch. "I want to speak to the owner of the house," I said firmly, attempting to camoflage the slightest bit of fear. "Yes, he. Yes, obnoxious white men and rude white women exist. Once, a white woman cut right in front of me in a line at a food court in Boston. And she showed no shame or remorse for her actions. She did it with a sense of entitlement. Being white and female grants her this right in America. Rude people are a subhuman category which I absolutely cannot stand. I don’t care if they’re male or female, black or white, straight or gay. I can’t stand them. When did manners go out of style in America? When did. "It is not a fair fight!" I whined, banging the floor. "You know just how to fuck me and I'm next to clueless how to get you off." "Its just about effort, so keep going. I wanna splatter your face." I spread out her pussy lips and made sure they went as far as possible. "Okay, insane, but beautiful woman," I mentioned, prior to letting my tongue in again. It ventured in deep, but it didn't make it to her labia. Her juice kept flowing out and I took in all I could, but still had my tongue moving.