Wap..wap then hears my animalistic grunts " uuuuh..uuuuh..uuuuh...uuuuh," as I piston in and out of her. Rough, hard, primal; I take her. Like it was ...y due. Like she was a prize—some booty I had scored. The thought made her moan louder. " AAAAH..AAAAH...OOOOH...OOOOH..MMMMMM."She was insensible with the pleasure of being fucked; heedless of anything other than the rigid length and thickness of my cock deep inside her." That's it, Pham, that's it," I grunted. " Like that, my vietnamese slut?. " he started, obviously not knowing where he was going with it.Emily smiled at him, "I know you didn't," she said, letting him off the hook. She wiggled her hips playfully as she said it, and Emily was almost positive she could feel her brother's cock tucked up between their two connected hips and at least partially hard. The way it was pressing against Emily right where Brad definitely shouldn't have been made Emily desperate to know if she was the cause or not. Whatever it was, her brother. "Sure, why not," she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner booth and ordered drinks. Then, I introduced myself (Jonatan Roberts, wolf @ large, heh-heh) and she told me her name was Isabella."Gambling sucks," she said, bitterly, as she took a heavy swig of her gin and tonic."You've had a bad night, then," I probed gently, to see if she would open up.She said nothing at first, but, after a second drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few. Sheinsisted I stay in my lingerie. What? I did not fight her on this. Itseems like I do whatever she says nowadays. I slipped on a dress, heels,gave final hugs to Joan and we were off for home.In the car Cathy and I made small talk but her one point was how I feltabout Steve being there tonight for dinner. Cathy thought he was a real"hunk" and he seems to really like me.I told Cathy I was all confused about him. I really enjoyed being aroundhim. He is a very good dancer, but he is a man and so.