I handed her a card. “This is me.”Then it’s question time. Interview. I’m letting my mind go into ‘presentation mode’, just like for my di...sertation defense or one of my papers at Los Alamos. Ain’t no ways skeered, to lapse into the vernacular.You can tell by the questions that the sum total of this lady’s knowledge of aviation comes from looking out the window of an airline terminal, but I’m NICE. And it’s hard being nice because the adrenaline’s running out.I step away. Hit my cellphone.. "Julie, if you sit on Vee's face, I can get going properly."My darling cottoned on to my meaning quickly.She turned herself round one hundred and eighty degrees, so that her thighs would cover Vee's ears, and lowered herself onto Vee's face.She moaned in satisfaction as she felt Vee's tongue dart out to caress her most intimate and sensitive places. We already knew, from our threesomes and our weekend with the twins, that Vee was pretty damn good at oral sex with other girls, and Julie was. She pretended to be disinterested in my use of her body as she kept talking about her husband's treachery but her nipples stiff like bullets and the change in her breathing as my fingers touched them betrayed her need. She continued talking as I pulled the dress up in a band around her waist and caressed her buttocks. But the talking stopped when my fingers homed in on their prize. She wasn't wearing underwear and her slit was smooth as silk. She gave a sigh as my fingers slid between her. I love my sister Charlotte. Not the traditional brother/sister kind of love, more like the haunting and forever kind.Of course, she doesn't have a clue. There have been times when I wanted to walk up to her and blurt out that I love her. Maybe come up from behind her, grab her breasts and say, "Guess who?"Yeah, I would likely end up on my back with blunt force trauma as the cause of my death in either situation. I may be taller and heavier, but she always could knock me off my feet. That was.