If I wished to speak to Lisa in my own inimitable way who was to say I was nuts, a ridiculous 33 year old fool. People prayed, individuals meditated a...d I did what I did. In mental speak, I told Lisa of seeing a movie she’d have enjoyed, plucking a patient back from the dead, about the vacation to Kauai. Remember honey we always talked about going there. I guess it was for both of us I went. I mentioned a new book by a writer I know she would have read given the chance. Jack Valentine is still. Dad's recliner rocked as the force of my thrust pressed Alison hard forward. She braced herself on the chair, taking my dick deep into her asshole. Lubed by her juices, I sank into her velvety depths and experienced a new delight of my favorite sister's body.“Goddamn, I love you, Alison,” I moaned as her bowels clenched around my dick. “You are fucking awesome!”“And you're amazing, Randy!” she whimpered. “You're so deep in my asshole. Fuck me so hard. Pound my asshole! Show me how much you love. I don't know if I can take anything that big inside me but would love to try and don't worry you won't need a rubber because I won't get pregnant.” I didn't understand why she wouldn't get pregnant but was more interested in getting inside her at that moment. The floor wasn't that clean so I asked if it was alright to try it standing up. All she said was “yes please and hurry I can hardly wait.” There was an old desk in the corner that she moved to and after leaning back against it lifted her. No stove, I couldn’t even poach an egg. If I wanted a poached egg, I pushed a button. No washing machine, no dryer. There was no outside, no windows to open. Even the air we breathed came to us through a pipe. That would not work, I have taken care of myself and my man for a lifetime. Normal was gone. I felt my chest tighten, the old fear begin to grasp me. I called Jonathan in panic, he was almost instantly by my side. Jon tried to tell me I would get used to it, I knew I wouldn’t. I was.