Being very conscious of twisting on the ball of your foot to look at me again as I speak, you twist that foot in the sexy black patent mule that match...s the skirt and the jacket. At the same time, you fling a hip to the side as you turn. As you turn I say in a strangely Tennessean drawl.I state, "Damn, baby girl. You look incredibly marvelous tonight!"Now you know that men like me rarely speak to womyn like you. And womyn, like yourself, white, middle class womyn, do want to engage them. I'm. .. and, weirdly, Dad had even believed that he had it too.I thought my brother’s stamina was impressive, but Dad easily matched it... and Dad got off each time as well.Then, something weird had happened.I’d walked in to find Mom and my brother fucking - that wasn’t the weird part, of course. Just like I’m a good sister, helping my brother out however I can, Mom works hard to do everything within her power - oral, anal, threesomes with Kelly. My brother and mother have fucked every way. And, I still feel little sparkles when a guyfeels up my tushie as I place down his drinks at his table.I was cleaning off one table when I spied Richard way across the clubsitting there with another woman. I could feel my curiosity grow andmaybe even acknowledge some envy. Perhaps jealousy was what I wasfeeling. The patrons were blocking my view so I couldn't clearly make herout. I dropped the used glasses off at the bar and then sashayed acrossthe room with my tray to get closer to them. . “You’re not that different, are you?” He asked whispering, gently squeezing her breast and stroking its nipple with his thump. He grinned when her nipple stiffened under his caress. He looked up when he heard someone noisily clearing his throat. Turning around, he watched a procession entering the small chamber. The first of the Vermurak held the Scale of Justice. Two others followed carrying a small stone table, and two more leading Balkhor, their hands on his shoulders. Messaya was the last.