Tim lie on the floor in a daze looking up to his sister. "I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer. All I wanted was the new CD you bought today,... he said looking up to see under her nightshirt and her dripping, wet pussy.Brandy leaned down to his face as he sat on the floor, "Next time if I don't answer, do not come in my room!" she yelled out as her arm swung around and she slapped him hard across the face knocking his glasses halfway down the hall.Tim sat on the floor rubbing his. I don’t know if I should give it to you in the office… want me to bring it by your house?I’m giddy like a school girl (I wonder if you are into that sort of thing? I think I would definitely dress up in a different kind of skirt and blouse for you). I’m trying to not get ahead of myself. It could just be alcohol or something that would be nice or funny but not really professional. But it could also be your cock that I’ve wanted for so long.Husband won’t be home from work until six, so…Just. Instead of getting huffy or weepy when I hurt her, she kissed me and told me that she forgave me and went on with what she was doing as if nothing had happened.Nicole was easy to live with. She wasn't a dropper. Everything had a place and she made sure everything was in its place, but she wasn't a neat freak, either. I kept my cleaning lady, but Nicole took on the kitchen duties and soon started doing my laundry with hers. We did the grocery shopping together, but I handled the running-around. Oh, beautiful release.The memory seeps from my veins.Let me be emptyand weightless and maybe, I'll find some peace tonight.In the arms of the angel, fly away from here.From this dark, cold hotel roomand the endlessness that you fear.You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie.You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort here.So tired of the straight line.And everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back.And the storm keeps on twisting.You keep on.