"I need to see Big Al," I said to him. Somehow I figured him for the muscle, not the brains of the operation."I'm Big Al, and I know who you are Ms St...ne. I have been expecting you," he said. When I saw who was speaking, I wanted to laugh my ass off. Big Al was under 4 feet tall. He was what we used to call a midget. Now, I think they are called little people. Can you say politically correct, hogwash."Then you probably have already worked out your story." I suggested."Why would I need a story?". All the way back home she kept me hard, she would stop and just hold it, when it started to relax she would stroke it or rub the sensitive spot on the underside of the head, she just kept me hard. "Your driving me crazy!" I told her, she laughed, "I know!" was all she said. She never let go of my cock until we pulled into the driveway. The house was dark, we climbed off the bike, Aunt Madeline put her arms around me and kissed me, "Thanks for the ride!, it was fun!" She said, she told me she. I complimented her beauty and said im dying to worship your body tonight. With this she sat on my lap and we started smooching each other.We kissed and sucked each other like there is no tmorrow. My hands were on her back, on her ass, on her boobs and I was caressing every part of her. We didnt leave the mouths and continued smooching, I sucked her tongue and probed my tongue in her mouth licking her corners of the mouth. I started pressing her bums more and more and also pumped her boobs. I. My new sister. To hold her and make mad love to her. But I needed to call Alysa. Oh my god Alysa! How long had she been gone? Two days now? I had no idea. I went upstairs, only bothering to lock the top door. In the back of my mind I knew I may have created a very dangerous situation. Sitting at the dining room table, I poured a snifter of brandy and dialed Alsys’s number. She answered on the second ring. ?Hello this is Alysa.? ?Hi sweetheart.? ?Oh my god Constance, are you alright?.