Right now I'm making dinner for my sister. She's at work and since I don't have a job I like to do all the house work for her. I'm making clam pasta t...night. It's one of my favorites and I enjoy making it.Just as I was straining the pasta I heard the door open and my sister say "I'm home!" From the other room."Welcome back!" I shouted "I'm almost done with dinner!"There wasn't an instant reply, but Jasmine walked into the kitchen and said "Watcha makin'?" I'm making Clam Pasta, It's almost. "It's okay, I'm switching it over now." She said as she moved her collection of little lace thongs to the dryer. All I could do was picture her flawless ass in those thongs and imagine ripping them off her to lick her pussy. I moved my basket to cover my massive erection. I watched as she stood on her tippy toes to reach the dryer sheets. I came up behind her, allowing myself to brush against that tight little ass to help her out. "Thanks" she said as she turned to face me, out hips still. "Boy, you sure are cool," Beth said.His hand came away from the key. "That's the way you said you wanted it, baby." I didn't mean you had to ignore me completely." She felt herself blushing and fumbled in her purse for her cigarettes. "I'm a woman, Doc. I like a little attention, a little flattery now and then." Christ, Beth, you don't need to tell me you're a woman. But I was told you're off limits... by you." Well, yeh, maybe I am off limits, but... shit, not completely."Doc knew he had her.. Richard, did in fact put me down, as he eyed his son. "I think she's tougher than she looks." He said quietly, and I did my impression of a stoplight as he shook his son's hand. I must've been as red as my skirt. God damn it. What is going on?!Thankfully, that was the extent of the gauntlet. Casey was standing at the far end of the table and he bid us all to take our seats. He had the air of an MC about him, which made me nervous. I leaned over to John and whispered, "What the fuck is going.