We can split a cab.”“Get in girl.”Becky got in the car and sat back, while Tony tuned in some jazz on the CD player. The drive through Central P...ark, to his apartment only took ten minutes. When the arrived she asked,“Where are we?”“For a little girl, you sure ask a lot of questions.”Tony took her arm and walked to the building. Jack opened the door and heard Becky say, “We can’t go in here. Look at the way we are dressed.”“Don’t worry. I know a guy who lives upstairs.”In the elevator Becky just. . After careful consideration, I've decide to use that most abused of all literary vehicles: The Vignette. Bear with me.A CLOSER INTRODUCTION OF CHARACTERSYes, I guess it's true (as pointed out in Dee's Diary), I AM just a touch heavier than my true fighting weight, especially after Dee began preparing her gourmet meals; but she (with some suggestions from Brenda) soon switched to a more health-conscious fare; plus I started working out in our exercise room three times a week. I've dropped the. We sat down and immediately started to kiss; his lips were so warm and soft. My knees buckled, and I sunk into his chest. I liked to lean on him, his broad chest made me feel small and protected. Our tongues explored our mouths, and soon we were slurping each others saliva. We moved closer, and closer until I was on top of him; gyrating my hips on his harden manhood. I was getting so hot I removed my jacket and threw it on the floor. His hands caress my body, and brought me closer to him; I. And she wasn't a man. Not with those big tits and that juicy pussy. I licked my lips as she exposed her shaved folds, her pink flesh peeking out of her vulva, dripping with her juices. “So you both just have sex with me?” I asked, reaching over and grasping my brother's cock. “At the same time.”“Lucky you, sister dear,” Sven said as his dick throbbed in my hand. His strong hand grabbed my thigh, stroking up and down it. “Just two people making love to you.”“We'll see what you think when you see.