Anyway, my son, Brian and his sister, Barb for some reason had this same link, but when I tried to explain it to Brian, he wouldn't believe me. He fel... he could communicate with old buildings. Actually, we were most likely both right.Charlotte could never understand this pride in workmanship I had given Brian. Her comment was always, "Fuck 'em. They got paid for their work. Now it's time to move on." This seemed to be a popular point of view for people of her generation. Brian and my girls were. "Shit were still in the living room!" and at that she got up and ran up to her room. With out any hesitation I got up and ran up after her. When I got into her room, she was just taking off her pants. So I ran after her and nearly tackled her onto her bed. We started kissing and groping each other intensely. Then she threw me off her and make me stand up, got on her knees and pulled down my pants. So I was standing there in my boxers looking down at my beautiful twin sister, and of course my. Despite your efforts to thwart me your body is responding to my attack.Our tongues meet and duel for power. I can feel and hear your breathingchange to match my own.Suddenly, I lift the top part of my body off of yours and yank off myshirt."No, please Jenny. Don't do this." You beg."Shut up bitch! You know you want me. Your body is craving this can't youfeel it slut?"Panting you spit at me ferociously, "I am scared that's why my body isreacting this way!" Well is that why you are so wet?" . On the way I noticed several men looking at me, which was a huge turn on. As I approached the venue I slowed down to look for someone to unload the extra ticket to. Eventually, after a few minutes of pacing around, I noticed a big black man looking at me. He walked over to me and asked if I needed any tickets. I told him no, that I was actually trying to sell an extra myself. He told me that even though he was having a hard time selling any of the tickets he already had, he would buy mine off.