“I’m happy with what I have, Peter. Yours is plenty big enough. Wanting the best of everything is ridiculous.” “No,” he said, walking up and...down in an agitated manner. “Of course, the best of everything is ridiculous, we couldn’t afford that - wer'e not rich - we’re not aristocrats; but you could have better sex. I could give you that, Sandra.” “So long as you could find some super stud to fuck me. This stud, of course, could have any woman he wanted, so why would he want me?” At that point,. "In the summer of '92/93 we were headlining our own shows, working really hard. Other bands, established bands, were taking notice and we were becoming known to our peers. We played a couple of festivals that summer and while we were on minor stages, they were still by far the biggest crowds we ever played for..."I sighed and looked at Donna and she looked into my eyes. I could see she was being supportive and wanted me to share."We were just suburban k**s Donna. We definitely were not prepared. .. then I felt Carly's hand lightly touch my belly, stroking it. When I made no move to stop her, she grew bolder, her questing fingers slowly gliding downward. I gazed into Carly's eyes, saw the need in them as her hand deftly slipped between my thighs. I couldn't believe it -- my sister wanted me too! Carly gently grazed my moist labia with her fingers as I drew nearer, my hands sliding around her waist, moving to cup her bottom. We drew together in an embrace, and I pressed my naked body. He looked over the invoice that I’d given him.He asked, “Earl forgot the delivery charge.”“Earl said you were a good customer. He really appreciates your business so there is no charge.”“Thanks very much. Please tell him, I appreciate that.”“I will.”He wrote out the check, posted it in his ledger and handed it to me. He looked at his watch and says, “Enough time should have elapsed by now for Carl to have thrown a quick fuck into Clara!”I was shocked and exclaimed, “What!”“Clara is awfully.