They both relaxed and kissed each other passionately and my sister she was having her hands on his hair and simply moving them thru them and they spok...e sumthin i cudnt hear. She mocked and he pinched her soft cheeks and that was enough for me, i wanted to go in. I stepped down and went to the door and knocked. She asked whos that. I replied that its me chucky. It took some 5 seconds to open the door.They both were fully dressed and no sign of the fucking was there except in the dustbin, the cum. There was just one problem, she meant nothing sexual, when she asked me that question. I looked into her sweet, lightly freckled face and smiled and said, "Chicharons, por favor." I reached for the roll of bills in my pocket and impulsively added, "Tamarindo por los ninos" I don't know why I ordered soft drinks for the kids, but it just seemed the right thing to do."Ah. You espeak a Spanish." she smiled at my attempt to use the border Spanish gringos had better learn to do business properly in. Her big blue eyes blinked back atme. Big, clear blue eyes, the color of a summer sky, cloudless, pure, innocentand they were aimed right at me. Oh, dear. Who the hell was she? And moreimportantly, how did she end up on my bed?in the state she was in? Let me explain what I?m talking about here,for this is not your ordinary find. In the middle of my small loft, a one room,airy, artistic studio, smack dab in the center of my bed, lying spread eagleupon the hand sewn quilt was a woman wearing. Reaching the top of the stairs, she headed for her room. As she crept down the hallway, she forgot to avoid one of the loose floorboards and it gave out its trademark creak. She froze, waiting to see if she had disturbed him.Dan Sampson lay in bed, heart pounding. His plan, formulated weeks before, was now ready to be put in motion, if he had the courage.He either had to have her or she had to leave, it was that simple. He still loved his wife, he still missed his wife, but having his daughter.