He got a message from the occupant of the left unit. ‘It’s unlocked. Come on in.’ Akeem entered the abode. The front room was cluttered and cons...sted of a hodgepodge of furniture. A fatigued leather club chair with a wide, deep seat. A large power-assisted recliner. A loveseat upholstered with a gingham patterned cotton. There bookcases filled to the brim. A 65-inch TV. The coffee table was strewn with magazines and newspapers. “You ready,” Akeem yelled.“I’m waiting,” the voice called. After Rachel gets a taste of her brother, she’s going be begging to join me.” God didn’t really give a shit that Rachel wanted to fuck her brother; the omnipotent slut often acted out incest fantasies herself. What God was really scared of, was that I was right. Rachel knew her fantasy was depraved, but I was going to make her fulfill it anyway, and once she dabbled in her darker side, she’d turn away from the bullshit path of virtue and have fun with me instead. And the debt God would owe. When he finally decided to halt for the night, Jim helped the injun dismount, then he unsaddled and hobbled the mounts where they could forage for some of the slim pickin's that grew around that range of Texas. He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out the makings of a meal for him and the injun that was about as meager as the animal's poor grazing. He handed the Indian his share; it was two rolled up flour tortillas spread thinly with some refried beans. He'd bought them from an old Mexican. Nina's cunt massaged me, her finger massaged me, the nail at its end scratching against the underside of my cock head, its hardness muted by the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there, trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped hard onto my prick. I knew she was coming. Her finger pressed against my cock and her palm ground against her clit with the rhythm of our fucking, and I came too.I return to the present. Reliving that orgasm, each.