She winked back, and grinned broadly. His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that any guy would be lucky to screw. And now she had fucked ...heir father; the experience had made her glow, he saw, and wondered if he looked as joyful this morning. "Hi, everybody," Lorena said, skipping over to the stove and putting her arms around her mother's waist to kiss the back of her neck. "Morning, mom." "My, isn't everyone chipper this morning," Arlene said. "I hope your father is in a halfway. I'm sure we will get to know each other and work together in no time at all."The man had brown, slicked-back hair and a toned physique that, even under a suit, was evident. He had sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. His aura oozed confidence and a go-with-the-flow vibe. The man sitting next to him stood up and was almost an exact same replica of Christian but in a different colored suit. The exact same aura surrounded him and Alexi couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued by the twins,. “Shhh...honey. Just try and rest now, you’ve had too much to drink. We..um..we’re just helping you get out of your wet bathing suit baby. The trunks you had on were too small for your..um..your size sweetie. They were severely constricting and we we’re just making sure everything is healthy down there.” She ran her fingers through my hair with a soothing smile trying to reassure me everything was ok. “..Am..am..I dreaming Mom?” I asked with a groggy moan, trying to give my mom an easy out. I. I want to thank the parents of the daughters of the Midwest. The meat and potato fed girls of North and South Dakota. The corn fed darlings of Minnesota, Nebraska and Iowa. The lusty sisters of Notre Dame. The milk maids of Wisconsin. The Hoosiers of Indiana. And although Ann Arbor is a whore, thank you for the girls Michigan — future assembly line workers all of them. And the Buckeyes of Ohio. My good heavens how those girls can drink. Although I think the girls of Miami at Ohio suck better.