I have to get creative and think outside the box.There is an old adage about American women. "They only want what they can not have. " I have found th...t this saying is true in almost every case. I use this to my advantage and create a dynamic back story to insure success. A more accurate version of the old adage is "American women only want what other women have."I have two beautiful, long legged, busty, Blonde friends that I always call when the Kinjo brothers are in town. I will call them. It was during this time I was bored and given chores to do. As was her habit, Martha sunbathed in the small back yard abutting ours. I was cutting my grandmother’s small patches of lawn among her raised rock gardens. Only a hedge separated me from surreptitiously ogling Martha. She was alone in the back yard, with family all gone. She was lying a few feet from me on a folding chaise lounge. My sweaty body was pushing the hand mower and separated from my fantasy by only some low hedges. She. More than three” she giggled.“I didn’t know beer was so good….” She added.“You’ve got bad friends” I said to her, As she removed her sneaks unsteadily.As she bent down to remove the sneakers I got a straight shot into her shirt, Her 34B breasts smooth and voluptuous, My erection got harder, I averted my eyes, She was my sister after all, And besides my girlfriend had hinted that we’d both do it once she’d come back from her trip, I was looking forward to my first time with a girl, That’s all.. "Easy." I walked up to a wounded solider. "What went on here?" "We heard a rumbling and the earth shook." The man died before he could finish. So I took my time searching. I walked into the south post and headed to the basement. As I walked down I felt warm. "What do we ha-" I ran up on a huge tank of green liquid with a body inside. "Oh shit!" I looked around and found a panel. "Project 806126.." I began pressing buttons. Soon enough the tube opened and she gasped. I ran over and wrapped her.