“Yeah, too bad none of it is true,” she chuckled.“Wait? None? Kyle’s collar says Lil’ bitch, that wasn’t your name while you were in train...ng? You were never in training?” I asked with a confused expression.“You are lying to me about being able to dance, and afford Chez Pichard, so I just thought we were at the stage of our relationship already where we are telling lies to each other,” she said.“Huh? Oh, I am sorry. Yeah, I totally can’t afford Chez Pichard, and I definitely can’t dance,” I. She was giggling, nervous and clearly a little uncomfortable, but this was serious. She broke the silence 'lets put some rock music on and theme tonight's dinner, as biker night'. I kept reminding myself she was my mate's and also my work partner's wife but she looked so stunning and her make up was done up like she going to a club, i'd never seen lips so glossy and red. The tables had turned and it was now her turn to see me intrigued and mesmerised, asking to 'see what her leather felt. She'd decided to bring him up here to her cabin to celebrate their reunion, so Frank had her all to himself for a whole week. He wasn't about to spend it arguing with her about her lifestyle or her normally predatory sexual behavior. After all, if she hadn't been stripping at a local men's club in Helena, he might not ever have found her again. In the last year, he'd searched through a hundred cities and towns looking for her, following the faint trail of men and bartenders who might remember a. I love it, am I full, mmm, go a little faster," she moaned as his hips pushed and pulled.There was still a hand up under him caressing his balls, he twisted his head and there was his sister, smiling at him, and he knew that they would be fucking before too long."Mmm, go faster, Robbie, oh, yeah, fuck me hard, I'm gonna cum, go fast, fast, oh, yeah," she yelled as our big-cocked young man pumped in and out of her then she let out a scream and threw her legs around him, pulling him into her as.