I'm thinking that of all the stories I know about men and women and their relationships, the one between me and Dan is the most perfect. Of course, I ...ave sisters who would argue the point, and that bothers me not in the least.We got up the next day. My knees didn't even wobble. I'm used to this now. Believe me, though, there's a vast gulf between 'used to it' and 'bored with it'. I'm used to it, familiar with it, and looking forward to each chance we get. Sometimes I overhear conversations. I wanted a lot of it. While he went off and took care of that; Dunbar, Burton, and I scoured the courtyard of the compound, picking up anything we could find that was flammable. That included the ruined skin tents that had been left there once Winslow had finished wreaking havoc in the place. The discarded tent frames and the skins that had once covered the tents and lean-tos would burn, with a little help.I’d brought that help along with me. I’d done a little shopping back at the base before. Your lil bro was just checking me out and wanted to explore some things. No big deal.” Tim said.“No big deal? My little brother just sucked off my fiancé.” Said my sister. “But Jen, look at your brother’s cock. It’s great. Just tell me you don’t want to do stuff with that?” Tim said.“Well…it is nice and quite impressive since your only 15. But it’s wrong. Neither of you are gay and your my brother.”“Yeah but this night never happened right Jen. If we just keep quiet about it, who gives a shit. She was super horny and had A few shots like always before leaving. Her boss said he was going to go to the office to try to figure out why one of the cards kept having A problem after it has already went thru earlier but came back as A refund. She wanted to try something new and the bar didn't have any cameras (old shithole dive bar). She got this idea well washing the bottle spouts in the sink to all the liquor. She asked me if I would poor some Jagër into her pussy if she flipped over on the.