She snagged my right hand. She pried it from the car and gripped it. She stared at me with such ... such love in her eyes. That was why she slapped me... She was as angry as Clint because she loved me, too.I was ready for the spanking. I was ready to take more pain. I wanted to embrace it. To let Clint satiate all his anger. I didn’t want him to bottle it up. I wanted him to take it out on me. Maybe I would end up as his sex slave for the rest of my life.But at least I would have him.A zipper. I’ve never had any trouble picking up men.’ ‘Well, you’re his type,’ Bill stated, matter-of-factly. ‘And how do you know that?’ she asked, playfully. Bill turned to her. ‘You look a lot like my wife.’ ‘Oh,’ she replied quietly. ‘I guess you also knew he wouldn’t hesitate to make out in his car, then?’ ‘He’s a predictable guy,’ Bill said with a chuckle. ‘He seems to have an unhealthy fetish for that car.’ ‘So, I guess it went the way you expected.’ ‘Better. Much better than I ever could have. We removed each other's clothes and then we shared a deep and passionate kiss on each other's mouth. We both had never kissed anybody, so it was so exciting to feel that passion with my sister. We both had very bushy pussies, but after this lovely bath we were planning to shave each other.We both got into the bathtub and we just sat there against the jets and enjoyed the lovely feeling of the water hitting our bodies. Linda sat on top of me and we kissed deep and passionately. Our breasts were. It was the picture Mike had taken of her. He said, “Looking good Jenny. Can’t wait to have you over to my place to meet my friends.”Jenny took a few quick breaths, trying to compose herself, before slowly driving home to her husband. Back to her old life.***The next day - Saturday - started off remarkably quiet. Jenny was on edge, keeping her phone close to her so that Nate wouldn’t happen to see any texts from Mike. But nothing came. Jenny prepared breakfast for her family, and they sat and.