“Oh!” I said with patronizing sympathy, cooing softly to her. “Have we never had anything shoved up our ass before? I bet there’s a lot of peo...ple who’d like to do this to you, don’t you think?”I pulled my finger out and reached over for the butt plug, applying a stream of lube to the tip until it ran down the length and onto my hand. Placing it between her legs I continued, “How many people do you think have ever thought ‘I wish that bitch would shove it up her ass?’” I pushed the plug into her. She could probably fill up a book with sexual knowledge. I'm delighted to have her as a step-sister." Sweet, sexy lady," he moaned, letting his fingers inside my slit. "She is one sexy chick, so does she talk to you about her sexual escapades?" Yes," I moaned, closing my eyes. "Lacy tells me everything, Rick. Now shove those fingers up in there." No kidding? Dare I ask: have you seen her nude before?" Maybe, why, are you interested?" I wondered, peeking back at him.His hand abruptly evicted my. Everything else is fairly straightforward.“The most difficult decision for us will be, do we want to retain our US Citizenship or should we apply for citizenship in the new country. Each of us will have to make that decision privately.”Frank and I looked at our wives and could see the shock on their faces. I think the idea of leaving the US was bad enough, but giving up our citizenship had stunned them into silence.Frank spoke to break the silence, “Jim and I have decided that he and his wives. Angel McCoy owned The Fire Excape, a club started by Angel’s grandfather Thomas McCoy in the late 50’s, but back then it was called The Brown Derby. Said to be famous for its music and women. It wasn’t until she moved to Crystal Springs in 1991 that the rest of the family decided to invest their time in the business. She was only eight when her mother Rebecca, a renowned author, found out the location of their new residence and decided to write a new novel called Murder in a Ghost Town. A.