Trey was sipping a drink from a plastic cup. “Damn, cuz. This place is tore the fuck up.” Trey said with a laugh as he led Andre through the front...door. He was right, there had obviously been a party earlier that night. Plastic cups were strewn everywhere, as were pizza boxes, odd bits of clothing and the smell of weed still hung heavy in the air. Trey led Andre up a flight of stairs and down the hall. They entered a bedroom that was obviously decorated by a girl in her late teens or early. The type food handlers wear. I should remember occasions she wasn’t wearing a net, but I can’t. Lovely? Once brushed, combed, styled, dressed, I have no doubt, her overly abundant hair is glorious to behold. This tousled, wind and water blown, wild look is, risking becoming redundant, wild!Noticing the direction of my gaze, she reaches up to pat at her hair. Her breasts lift in this youthful erotic pose, but more mesmerizing is her hairy armpits. Have I been so inattentive, or focused. Her legs clamp around my head then instantly relax as she gives in. I explore her. Every inch of her insides. I find her G spot, test to see how many fingers she likes inside, tease her asshole with another thumb, my hands ever moving over her body never staying in one place for long. She starts to writhe her legs. I can tell it's driving her crazy. I shake my head from side to side while sucking on her clit. A hitched breath "oh shit.. oh shit i'm gunna" was all she got out before she came all. "Are you telling me you're involved with the Mafia? Shit! Mom was right about you. You can count me out, I don't want anything to do with this. I'll drop you off in Vegas, then turn around. I'll be home tonight."Uncle Andy looked at him. "That's all I want, Paul."Both were quiet, but after a while, Uncle Andy, his voice low, said. "Listen, if the FBI got the Jimenez brothers, maybe they'd be convicted, maybe they wouldn't. And if they were, they could still get to me from prison. And I'd be in.