He was about 30, tall, I suppose good looking but built very muscular. He was polite, complemented her on her looks and dress and dancing ability, the... he looked at me and politely said, "sir, can I ask your wife to dance?" She looked at me in shock and her eyes widened as I replied, "I'm sure she would love to, go ahead honey if you want." It put her on the spot, she did not really want to but felt obliged, so she walked with him. He put his big black hands on her back as they walked to. Screen name: THEPROFESSOR. He showed up one day and immediately made me laugh — really laugh, not the fake "tee hee" that actually meant "Just click the button, asshole, time is money." His repartee was witty, and his vocabulary was huge. All the other guys sounded like panting idiots hoping to trick me into a free show, begging me to shove things in my ass or dramatically fellate a dildo. The Professor enjoyed being the smart one, the one who knew the truth behind the facade, who I really was.. “Fuck” I said. I then closed my eyes and started to just daze off. I imagine sticking my 8in cock in my sister tight wet pussy. I wanted to see her naked body on my bed; begging me to fuck her crazy. “Damn Lisa, I want to fuck the shit out of you.” I said to myself. I open my eyes back up and looked at her pictures again. I’m just amaze that I never really looked at my sister in this way before. I can feel myself getting ready to climax. “I’m bringing sexy back, yep.” “What the hell?” I said.. “Sounds good, I’ll have a gin and tonic. Ice and lime please” said Susan. “Coming right up” David announced cheerily and summoned the young waiter who had been hovering, ready for an order. They were just settling down to their cocktails when “Why David, hello fella” came booming across the quiet lounge. “How ‘bout we join you. We are just having a drink before dinner, have you eaten yet?” boomed the loud, male American voice. Susan cringed at the intrusion but was even more startled.