“Well, we always have each other, don’t we?” she said with a smile.“I guess we do at that.”The conversation continued weaving down these pat...s and her knee kept slowing working. I had wrapped my arm around her waist and I stroked her side gently. Then I said something I shouldn’t have. “I really like your stockings, Carissa.”“You do?” and then she took my other hand and put in on her stocking thigh. “Feel them daddy, they’re really soft.” She smiled, snuggled in tighter as I caressed her. She emerges a couple of minutes later wearing a tiny red dress, showing off an amazing amount of cleavage and barely covered her ass. Taken aback, i am not sure what to say at first.“so…what do you think, bhai?” she says, turning around, acting like a model.“uhhmmm…well…you look very nice.” i reply, not knowing what else to say. These crazy thoughts running through my head, wanting so badly to see her naked. My little sister.“nice?? That’s all…you have nothing else to say?”And before i have. There is nothing more exciting to me than a stable full of big-bellied sluts. Their milk-engorged tits lying on the upper slope of their distended stomachs, their legs spread to support the weight of the baby they will soon drop. Their cunts, spread and wet, open to the fingers and cocks of those who, like myself, enjoy taking their bloated bodies at every opportunity. And because of my work I have lots of opportunity.As I said, she wakes up. She finds herself bent at the waist in a frame of. He knew that I would be looking for someone to fill the position, but I don’t think he believed that he would even be considered.“I don’t know what to say, Doug. I would certainly like the position, but I don’t know if I have the necessary experience. I figured you would want someone a bit older, more mature, and more experienced in high finance. I will certainly do the best job possible for you if you want me.”The look on his face reminded me of me when Kevin offered me the position of.