I mean a twelve out of ten... as besides outer beauty, she was a great person, and please don't tell anybody, she was my best friend. I'm babbling, ar...en't I? Have I mentioned my sister is really hot?She was a cheerleader in college, and two-thirds of my nightly fantasies were about her... actually more like nine-tenths.I know... I know... sick and twisted... but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on. I had a good look at the fine down of red hair covering her cum-soaked pussy.The pussy I’d just been in.The plant rustled. Branches reached for me. I didn’t care. I grinned and charged at Becca Brittany. I’d defeat her fast then take care of the teenager. I would savor fucking her underage cunt just like I did with my own daughters.Maybe I’d even breed her, give her a parting gift.Branches slipped off my skin as I crashed into Becca Brittany. Our large breasts collided. The famous futa-reporter. You two can fight over my body and what's done with it. I should say, you three. Like it or not, you're in a three-way marriage with Sarah. You'll have to divide me up three ways, four counting me. I get one day." So that's what this is all about. What have you got going with Grandma and Grandpa Goldstein?" It's not Goldstein. They're Jenny's parents, and I'm not telling, but you can bet your sweet ass I won't be earning any jewels in their church." You little slut." Smile when you say that,. Is she at work? Getting her company above water has to be some monumental task. I could have looked the building up where she works and tried to visit her there, but I knew to take the hint. She didn’t want to be found. Got it. Right then the rooftop door slammed open with a gust of wind, which was odd considering it was shut. The super had given me the key to get back down. I looked back toward the opened door, only twenty feet away. Time froze as we looked at each other, both completely.