“I have never been this hard before, it’s all you Linda. I didn’t even have to take one of those purple pills, like I do for Jen...”“Ssshh, ...Martin – make love to me?”Actions speak louder than words, so I took her legs and opened them wide, gazing at her lovely partially shaved mound. I didn’t know if her husband ever went down on her, so I did the safe thing and just got on top of her, pushing myself all the way inside my sister’s wonderful wet honey box.She moaned and said, “Yes” over and over. They weren't investigators; they were just patrol cops that got the call from dispatch to notify the next of kin.I told them to look around anywhere they wanted and I went into the kitchen to wage war with Rita's sophisticated Italian coffee maker. I was a sleepy, maudlin drunk at the moment and wanted some coffee to sober up enough to become a fully wide awake drunk. I fought with the machine for nearly half an hour before admitting defeat and unplugged the bastard and offered it as a door. ' He says as he gets up to go to the door. Thinking about the last time I disobeyed Dad makes me change my mind.'No don't tell,' I plead with him. 'We'll play a new game,' I tell him although still not happy with him.'Good sis,' he smiles. 'I'm going to tickle you now,' he says with an evil glint in his eye. He knows how much I hate getting tickled, him and our Sister always tickle my sides and although I laugh, they tickle me too hard sometimes and it hurts, more than tickles.Without wanting. Mita uske paas jake boli, “tumne FIRE film dekhi hai?” Aur woh han boli, to usne kaha, “us film me shabana azmi aur nandita das ek dusre se prem karte the. Han he na? Ek sath sote bhi the. Han ke na? Bas waise hi hum ek dusre se prem karte hai.”Woh kuch bol nahi rahi thi. To maine kaha, “ kya soch rahi ho?”“Lekin yeh sab to foreign me hota hai na?” Woh boli.“nahin, yahan bhi hota hai, bas wahan isko sab ke samne karte hai aur hamare yahan chori chhupe hi yeh sab hota hai.” Maine kaha.“Phir aap.