Her bare pussy lips silhouetted in the light that shown through. I could feel my dick stir under the sheet while I looked at her. “Is Angela awake...yet?” She nodded at the form pressing into my side. “Angela!!! Now I remember.” Relief shot through me like a pain killer. Angela was the waitress from the top floor bar in the SFO Marriott Marquis. She’d had an intimate, front row view as Vicky and I had fucked up against the bar’s panoramic windows two nights before. Last night Vicky had. Then said, "Good bye." Right, our local shop doesn’t have anything suitable. They only had a couple anywayand they passed them down the line to another shop, about twenty miles away. That shop acts as a collection point for the seconds within the area, then passes them on to the main depot, where they get returned to the manufacturers, or whatever.I’ve arranged to pick up some rejects tomorrow, I’ll have a look at them there, then bring them home here. Do you want to come?” “Yes please," I. Everyone else laughed at him, but he kept it up and it worked on her. She loved it, and then when your Dad saw that it was working he started it with me. I was hooked."Someone was treating me like I was special."That's when I realised he liked Alice, I think, deep down. And I hated her for it. She already had Rich, and she was trying to take your Dad, too." Surely that was him, though?" I didn't say it made sense," she admitted, drinking down her tea in one long swig. "We stayed like that. ."An image of my Sister naked fucking all her boyfriend's frat brothers, one after the other, flashed through my mind. Now I knew how she'd gotten to be such a great lay. I shook the image out of my head, and realized that I had to do something, or I'd see it for real, only with my other sister. Suddenly, I had an idea."Sis," I said, whispering into Marie's ear as I drew her close, "I know what a hot fuck you are... you're definitely ready but I'm not so sure Angie is, I think you're right. But.