.." Julie stopped, shocked as she entered her brother's room. There he was sitting on his bed, his massive cock erect and his fist pumping it up and d...own. He had something wrapped around it and as Julie stood staring at his hand and cock as he hurriedly grabbed his quilt to pull over his lap and hide himself.She looked at the floor where the thing he'd wrapped around it had fallen to the floor. She gasped as she realised that it was a pair of panties. In fact it was the pair of panties that. It was quite obvious these girls both loved sex. We made love tenderly every chance we got, and relished those moments we had alone. In fact, in spite of the great sex, I was finding myself more and more attracted to Quyen as a person. Now that she had come to trust me, her very sweet and soft personality had emerged. She was quite intelligent, and could actually match me in intellectual conversation. Trinh wasn't exactly stupid, but she never bothered to read up on the latest scientific. She says that she knew Dad was, her words, ‘fond and protective.’ Dad is as decisive as you can ask, but usually about as subtle as a fire alarm. Somehow, he bought a centuries old wedding band for her. He even ordered her a wedding dress. You should see it. I outgrew it before I turned 16. Let’s just say, custom made for her. Mom never had a clue.’ Chapter 11 — Dancing on the Ceiling Sean: Friday morning rose with a groan. Thursday night had seen me visit my old friend Jack Daniels. I normally. "How much for Red?" asked Mary acting tough."Looking fine ladies. Maybe we could negotiate a trade." Give me a break," scoffed Mary."I was asking nice, and you get all feisty on me."The other two men stood and surrounded the women."How much?" asked Mary again."You're supposed to talk to her." I'm talking to you, asshole." Enough negotiating," said the skinny foppish pimp reaching into his fake ermine pocket. Three swift knees to the groins, pokes into necks by fists and hands pressing knives.