This is NOT true, it is a pure fantasy, although my wife does have a sister, her sister does have big breasts, and I do have unacted upon fantasies ab...ut her. Hmmmm, sounds bad, eh? Anyway, no real names, no real actions, just the fantasies of an old geezer.Have you ever had one of those nights where dreams and reality blend together to the point that it is difficult to tell the difference? Well I just had one and as I set here at the kitchen table slugging down my second cup of coffee I am. “Damn Old Man, you make home made biscuits too? No wonder Louise lets you hang around. I know who’s going to do the breakfast cooking now.”“Shit Murphy, she taught me how to make the biscuits years ago when the girls was little. I didn’t know it was a trap. Now if I get biscuits, I make them. It does have some rewards though. If that old woman wants some biscuits the next morning, I get some really good pussy the night before,” he laughed.“Old Man, I know when Harry meets you, he’s going to. Believe me, I've put in several thousand hours memorizing all Ican about you. I think I'll just fine."I shook my head, trying to not hear her boasting. She was right, ofcourse. I was a pretty, popular college sophomore, raised by the twenty-first century. Every aspect of my life was out there for the world tosee.She put the phone down and picked the syringe back up."I don't have to worry about calling one of your friends by the wrongname," she said, walking toward me. "Or being clueless as to. Her eyes confirmed my suspicions. She actually came as she was trying to drink beer. I couldn’t help but snicker. The quiet one seemed slightly confused. Soon Kelly and “Dale” (as he’d introduced himself) headed back to the dancefloor.Well, actually, they did not. They worked their way through the crowd and slipped out the back door. There was no foreplay involved. Kelly was on her back on the front seat of Dale’s half-rusted out F-150. Her boots were in the air. Dale had just opened his fly.