Your brother and his wife are gone for the day, I Patty and the k**s are napping. I know who you are. We attended different high schools, but I have n...ticed you at some of the games. She was standing close, looked good, smelled good, and before i knew it she was in my arms and we were kissing.Her blouse came off, the sight of her large breast rolling up out of her bra, soft mounds of warm flesh pushed together, deep cleavage tempting me. I lowered my head and took in the scent of her heaving. "Do you always let your cunt do your thinking for you? I swear you are the biggest whore I've ever met and for the life of me I don't know why I like you." She gave my left nipple a pinch and gave me a peck on my cheek. We hugged some more."Certainly, I always let my cunt make most of my important decisions for me. Besides, thinking is very overrated anyway. That's why I love being a stripper, there's virtually no thinking involved. In fact, the more vapidly I smile and act, the more money rich. “Josey, thank you so much. That wasn’t work to us, that was fun. Can we come back tomorrow and drive some more?”“Okay – but the first thing you need to do is tell me how to know which one of you is talking.”The one nearest the passenger door told me, “Josey, we have examined each other from our toenails to our eyebrows and there are only two ways you can tell us apart, without us telling you.”“And?”“One is on our titties, the other is on our pussies.”“I’m not falling for that shit. I can see. Only in winter, when all leaves had fallen to the ground, the big gray house in the back of the garden was visible from the street. The trunks of dead trees were lying on the ground and on parts of them ivy was growing. Some weather-worn and crumbled sculptures of Greek maidens and young men stood between them. Just as the garden with its gnarled branches and twigs, the house was marked by the signs of former wealth and present decay. In many of the high windows, framed by artful ornaments,.