That last little tidbit was an intended exaggeration, but I guess you get the picture about the differences between the two sisters. In reality, I tho...ght they were both comfortable to be around most of the time and I was certain of their loyalty even if they weren’t Italian.My business ventures were absolutely booming in the Arizona area. I would say that my projects were about eighty percent legal and I could scrap the other twenty percent without any losses in my other ventures. In fact,. .....”I was sick to death of it and my anger had me seeing red not seeing sense. This uptight mole had it coming to her and I was just in the mood to give it to her. I cut her off“That’s it isn’t it. There’s nothing up your ass and you want there to be don’t you, you cranky bitch”I slammed the door shut and cleared my desk in one movement then bent her over the desk with one hand while pulling at her skirt with the other. Strangely there did not yet come any form of protest. What the hell was. There was Carla, lounging on a wingback chair, with one leg d****d over one of the chair’s arms. She’d changed into a lime-green g-string and a half-T-shirt that came about an inch and a half below her breasts. I could tell she was topless underneath. What was most shocking to me was the way she so brazenly chose to display herself around Tommy now. There was no pretense of a long T-shirt to cover up. Mind you, this was long before the days of the Wicked Weasel swimsuit. I can imagine that. She glances downward at his lips poised inches above her pulsing pussy, head slowly lowering until she can feel the tip of his nose slip along her sensitive lips. Deep inside her, a beautiful bird coos and unfolds gossamer wings. A silky warm tongue descends onto her hooded love. Her legs flex, hips curling as she rises off the sheets, pressing her hard clit onto his hot, wet tongue. He smiles as he watches her pink folds opening for his touch, tiny droplets of her cream coating her inner.