"Did you ask her? Paul asked in a somewhat low voice. "Not yet. I wanted to see what you had to say.” He replied by giving him a knowing nod. ... “Well, go on.” Paul answered. Smiling as he faced me, "Sis, would you go with me?" My face almost betrayed my feelings. God! I was ready to leave right then. My heart and cunt were both pulsating at the thought of having my brother any time I wanted. “I can't leave Paul for that long." Feigning concern for my. My girlfriend as well as me were sexually very active.She very well knew about my cuckold fantasy but she always ignored when I expressed my idea of wanting to see her get fucked by someone else in real life, while making out she always teased my while I fucked her telling me how her fuckboy used to fuck her real hard which always turned me on, but this was only the fantasy which she never wanted to do practically until one incident which changed everything.My girlfriend was always the slutty. I think all three of us felt the same as silence descended and we attacked the pizzas like ravenous b**sts. Finally, I sat back with a contented smile on my face. Beside me Fay breathed a huge sigh and flopped back into the soft cushions. Even Sofi seemed revived and the trauma of the delivery man now a thing of the past. “I think I’ll take this little one upstairs and give her a good shower,” said Fay, finally breaking the silence, “she stinks of pizza and sex.”She stood up and, grabbing a. The unreported earnings were staggering."Can you guess why these figures look like they do?" David said with somefinality.Taylor was not an idiot."Money laundering," she sighed."Money laundering indeed." David patted Taylor's hand, a gesture shefound strange given the circumstances.He tapped the keyboard and the images changed.Veronique Pascal and Bradley Freeman are dining with a very handsome manwhose face was disfigured by a scar that runs down the left side of hisface from forehead to chin..