And . . . here you are. Do you believe in coincidence, Mr. Thompson?’ Guy was at a loss for words. Who was this woman? She knew a great deal for som...one he had never laid eyes on. And what did she mean by the Lord, Charlotte’s current endeavor? ‘I am sorry,’ he replied, squinting his eyes as if trying to remember. ‘I feel as if I might have forgotten just how we met.’ Beneath her rain bonnet a grin formed, giving the woman an almost childlike appearance. It may have been the rain, but her eyes. I took the few steps necessary to reach the bed and get onto it, but first my little kinky desire that my curious girlish fantasy always promised myself to try, as my own fingers joined my sisters fingers and together we tore his cheeks apart to expose his arsehole.I positioned myself centring his ass and my sisters, and I lent in, drinking deeply the smell and scents of my sisters cunt, and with the gentlest of touches, poked his crinkles with the tip of my tongue, I was going to Rim his ass. I quietly chuckled to myself about her condition. She loves to drink, but can’t hold her liquids at all. Truth be known, she probably added two inches of water to the pool during the party, peeing in it when nobody could tell; otherwise she would’ve spent half the party in the bathroom.Walking behind her, I could see her ass sway as she walked, and I was getting a bit horny, so I decided to have a bit of fun with her. I hurried up behind her and caught her around the waist with my arm, pulling. "No, you don't understand," I fumbled, not having a clear idea of what I was trying to say. "I'm the one they're all talking about and I—" Wait, you're the one they're talking about?" he asked, suddenly stopping, the interesting in his voice peaking. "What's your name, kid?"I laughed, knowing better to fall for that. "I don't think that's any of your business and I don't really want to—" Look," he said, speaking bluntly, "everyone assures me the angel's name is Bob, so if your name isn't Angel.