Beckycontinued " Amy has a friend of a friend who works over in Old Town fora crazy type dress shop owner." " I think the owner is a hold over fromthe... hippy days and the shop is just a hobby because her husband has $$$working in NYC". "Well..." Becky said, "You know you trust Amy andme...so Amy somehow let info out to her friend who somehow let theowner know that YOU were looking for a job." Great", I said, "but filling out the application MIGHT be difficultywhen it gets to that little box. " I paused. "John... John is someone else."Amy smiled. "You look amazing Jo... Katie," she grinned. "You look sofeminine, so graceful, and beautiful in fact," she paused. "Let me get toknow Katie. I think she could do with a friend. What do you say?"I looked at Amy. A girl I admit I had a slight crush for. And she wantedto get to know me as Katie. Inwardly I was surprised."I'd like that Amy." I paused. "I'd like that idea." I brushed my hairbehind my ear. "So you don't mind?" Katie," Amy. “Ooh, nigga,” whined the titleholder. “Eat that faggot ass pussy!”“Mmhmm,” moaned the water treatment plant manager.“I need you to fuck me, baby!”Cortez stood. He buried himself to the hilt. He kneaded the generous, pliable cheeks as he delivered metered, full strokes. “Dammit, nigga! That dick feels so good,” shrieked the elephantine goddess of a man.“Hell! This pussy feels good, faggit! Take that dick!”Cortez picked up the pace. Slamming and ramming with undeniable force. “Ooh wee,” Zizi. A little voice in my head said, Well, can’t you just do that?The idea was crazy. You can’t just fuck your sister without warning, right? But the more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. We were alone in the house. I could easily overpower her. She probably wouldn't tell our parents, and even if she did, it’s not like they would believe her. I’m their favorite.All things told, if I was going to rape my sister, now would be the perfect time.I paused with my hand over her doorknob,.
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