"That made me smile."How long until we get home?" she asked.I noted the 'we' and 'home'. "A little less than six hours," I said. "No, make that seven....We'll stop someplace for lunch." Not McDonald's," she grinned. "I have had McDonald's now."I laughed. "I generally feel that way about McDonald's myself, Lita. We can talk about what to eat when we get hungry again." What do you eat at home?" Oh, that varies. I eat simply. Cooking for one is a pain. Sometimes my sister and I will cook and eat. ” I could feel the heat building up in her ass. We were moving together in opposite directions. As I pulled back, she moved forward. When I pushed forward, she pushed back. Our tempo increased until we were both panting. I couldn’t believe how hot my dick and her ass had become. I couldn’t believe how long it was taking. Finally, I could feel it building. I let out a few gasps before holding her hips tight against me and moaning a steady, “Ummmmm!” I could feel my dick pumping my cum into her. This one was different, really different.I was sitting at my usual table in McGinty's Pub chowing down on a corned beef on rye with spicy mustard and sipping a cold draft beer when a guy walks in and starts talking to McGinty who's behind the bar like usual. He points at me, the guy turns and heads my way. Since I'm not everybody's favorite person, McGinty reaches under the bar for the sawed off 12 gauge shotgun he keeps there, holding it out of sight and gives me a wink. He's an ex-cop too,. ”Clara nodded thoughtfully. “I see.”“I know what I just said is probably weird,” I added, nervously.She smiled in understanding. “No. Rare, perhaps, but not weird.”“It’s even more complicated when you know that one of my moms is my real mom, and the other is my sister’s real mother.”Clara raised an eyebrow as she parsed my riddle. “Okay, I won’t ask any further,” she said with a small smile.I laughed a little, trying to relieve the tension within me, but said nothing.“A unique upbringing,” she.