That much I understood.For some reason, my brother decided to end the evening and go home, back to my parent's house a few miles away. He must have be...n aware of all the kissing going on behind him, well maybe not, he never stopped talking about baseball or football or something. He never made a move of affection toward Karen, his bride to be. Before, Katie and I were attempting some conversation. Now our bodies were tight against one another. Katie was swirling her tongue in my mouth. I was. To have her pale red lips sucking his cock. But he knew that in order to have this woman he'd have to rape her; then he would have to kill her too. Didn't want any chance that she could ID him. He went out on the freezing cold balcony and looked down to the3rd floor below. He knew which balcony was hers because she was 2 rooms over from the elevator shaft. He could climb down and over easily with his climbing ability. At this time of year nonone would be out on their balcony at night. But how. You agreed to work for the Mafia because they beat up Josh Benton! You should have had him killed for what he did to my sister!”“I agree with you, but they thought that was too much. She was just a friend at the time. If she had been my girlfriend or sister, then maybe. If we had been Italian? Well, probably.”“If you ever decide to kill him yourself, I’ll help you. That bastard deserves to die!”“Your sister doesn’t agree. She made that clear when he was beaten up. Forget about it and just work. However, that wasn't anything new for me. I'm always horny. That was the reason my husband divorced me and that was the reason I couldn't hold onto a lover for more than a few weeks. It didn't matter how often I had sex because any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch or though had me wet and ready for more fucking in a flash. My sex drive has always been insatiable or at least nearly insatiable. No one guy has ever been able to get it up often enough or able to keep it up long enough to.