I'm sitting in a big padded chair diagonal to the door. My husband, Matt, comes in first. He looks more comfortable in his dress than I ever imagine... he would. The dress I picked out for him reminds me of that famous picture of Marilyn Monroe where she's standing on the grate with her skirt being blown up. His is bright blue though. When I signal for her to turn around for me she does, and it's nice to see she's having just a little trouble in the six inch heels. I point her towards the couch. Meghana was mesmerized and traced my 8 inches with her eyes. The veins stood out and pre-cum now topped the tip. “Oh Lucky, it’s beautiful.”I blushed now at her comment, and she smiled up at me.“Lucky, it is. I want you to make love to me.”“In due time. I want you to remember this.”I leaned down over her body and licked along her nipples once gain. I slowly dragged my tongue down her stomach and tickled her sides. She giggled and I laughed too. My sweet baby sis, still so ticklish. My sweet. She almost cried and dug her nails deeper into my ass as I gave those last powerful thrustsI collapsed on her , our bodies were steaming with sweat I looked into her eyes and she kissed me passionately​.We slept naked with my cum dripping from her aching pussy.I woke up next morning being greeted with sowmiya blowing my dick her hair tied into a bun, a streak of hair falling over her faceShe bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth.“Oh, sowmiya!” I moaned. I watched as her head. "Yeah, I'll put it down your smartass fucking throat. C'mere you sumbitch!" Hank lunged again and Jake had had enough of this shit.As if by magic a.38 revolver appeared in Jakes hand. Hank saw the gun and kept coming. Jake's aim was deadly, hitting Hank in the right eye. Hank stumbled forward at Jake and fell heavily on the floor as Jake sidestepped him and ran out the door.A half hour later an assistant coroner pronounced Hank Wilson dead of a bullet to his brain. Patrons of the bar had.