“Bullshit,” said Alison. “Come on, let him fuck you doggy, then you won’t be so embarrassed.”Claire knelt down on the bed again, her ass in ...he air, reaching back with two fingers to spread her cunt-lips, inviting Bradley to fuck her wet pink hole. Soon Bradley’s cock was sliding in and out, and Claire was reciting her somewhat clichéd, but thoroughly effective, dirty talk: “Oh yeah, Brad, fuck me with that big dick of yours. I like feeling your cock in my cunt, Brad. Yeah, that’s good, slide. You are a real godsend, looking after your sister and taking care of me too. This is your home, not your parent’s and I would never hold you back.Do you know when I was 14, Dad walked into our room one day when Sana & I were dancing to music, I was wearing a mini skirt and so was Sana, he got mad at us for behaving like prostitutes and took away our TV and CD Player. Since then I have not danced.Hell I said, you know that I’m out all day, you can dance all you want. It was a particularly hot. “I was round there fixing her dishwasher.” Sal was a neighbour and she had sounded off to her in the supermarket the day before about Jo, her husband, blocking her sink up. She looked him up and down. He seemed genuine enough. He was wearing work clothes and carrying a tool bag. She spotted his van on the roadside at the end of the drive. ‘Stan the Handyman’ said the sign. “Yes I do. My husband blocked up my sink three weeks ago and he hasn’t got round to fixing it properly yet,” she. I’ve met people like you before, you have that something that holds a woman’s interest, well this ones interest anyway and before your mind goes a wandering, no I didn’t kiss those guys, just you.’ Being speechless doesn’t come often to me, sure did at that moment in my life. She then turned and walked her horse to the creek to let her drink. That kiss was never mentioned again that afternoon, I’m not even sure it ever got a mention ever again. I gave her the grand tour and as the sun started.