The people were coming in and out, I had been working my line for quite some time now. I've been a chef now for a while, but the fighter in me still a...hed to come out, it's rare that people say hello though. The second I saw you, I knew I had to know who you were, and those eyes, those deep blue eyes, they pierced right into my god damn soul. I kept working, not thinking anything of the lust that I felt running up my body, but I kept feeling it. The feeling of lust, of wandering eyes staring. It was a jarring choice for a man noted for his past aversion toward marriage, but who cared? They were happy. I was happy. Even my noticeably quiet son, Xander, was happy. Everyone, including Denise’s obviously female companion, was happy, of course.I wasn’t a rocket scientist, but I wasn’t born yesterday, either. I knew my sister. I knew that she was gay. In hindsight, the clues were there all along that my beloved sister was a lesbian. Sure, that killed my fantasy of adding her, but as long. Then, after some thought, I agreed.My mom used to enjoy drinking and often drank when my father was not there. I usually made the drink for my mother and gave it to her. That day, I decided to make a really strong one so that she will be at ease and will enjoy when her pussy gets banged.My plan worked well. My mom then went to sleep on the bed. She was feeling aroused that she was touching her pussy and playing with herself. I knew that my mother had become horny and wanted a fat, thick cock to. Even the hardest working men hate working after hours on a weekend though. So I didn't bother. Why are you here? Isn't it after like seven?” “Seven?” She laughs a beautiful, delicate little laugh. “Try more like ten. You must have really gotten lost in your work. I'm still here because my boss works me into the ground. I need to prove myself after all. Honestly I didn't know anyone was here until I went and got my dinner. I ordered Chinese. Want some?” As she asks, I realize how hungry I.