‘Fiesta Latina. Is that okay with you, Angel?’ Angel had been his nickname for her since they met, the only other person that called her that was ...er grandfather, Jeremiah Stone. ‘Whatever, I trust your judgment.’ Angie waved her hand at him. ‘Oh, really? What about Deborah, you thought I was thinking with the wrong head.’ Nick lifted his left eyebrow and glanced at her. ‘You were. I trust your judgment just as along as it has nothing to do with your love life.’ ‘You should be the last one to. Knees weaken when she feels his teeth scrape across her earlobe, the soft waves of his hair tickle her cheek.“My girl”, the whisper reaches through the fog, those words a buoy to desperately cling to in the maelstrom raging through the sea of her mind. She hears him draw in his breath, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the sweat dripping down her flushed torso. “My favorite”, he murmurs as she’s suddenly spun around and pulled forcefully to his chest. The smell of him is. I rose over her. Reina's hands deftly undid my belt and trousers, reaching in to pull me out hard and throbbing. She guided me to her hot sheath. I groaned as I sank into my twin sister. There was no feeling better on earth.“Damn, Reina,” I groaned. “You're so hot and wet.”“You make me that way,” she groaned, humping into my hard thrusts.I kissed her lips, her tongue tasting her own juices. Reina loved her juices. I think she liked women, too. I had seen her gazing at our big sis and Queenie. The whining as he fucked him. Then he was gone. The wife didn'tcare, and truth be known if she had put out more often than once a fuckingmonth he wouldn't have done the faggot boy.But if he was a real man, he would have fought back, not lay there and leta real man plough him.Something fluttered between him and the television, and he leaned forward.Just a bug. Big ass thing. He swiped at it, but between drinking and alife as a couch potato, he would have been better if he'd tried to drop ahouse.