”“I know, right?” my wife agreed. “It felt amazing for me too. Your cock pushing his cum all around inside of me.”“So, let me get this str...aight.” I needed to understand. “I ONLY get to fuck you after Officer Nightstick comes over here? I watch you and him and then it’s my turn when he’s done?”“Well” she replied, “That’s a little simplistic, but in a nutshell, YES!”“What do I have to do while he’s here... with you?” I asked, “Anything in particular?”“Are you asking for generalities” she asked,. A pre-fab section of the control room wall was lying on top of him and ontop of it, he could see the wreckage of many of the structural beams thathad supported the control room roof. Moving his head slightly he couldsee a small patch of sky through a tangle of down trees and branches.At least, Enrique thought it was a patch of sky, but it was hard to tell.It was not blue, nor white with clouds but rather a dirty gray-brown withchurning sulfur colored clouds.From a great distance, a voice called. ." he stopped, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find his lovely little sister standing there, her light brown hair framing her beautiful features with a look of pure innocence."It's okay, Pete," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it." Are you sure?" Pete asked, "It hurts a lot." Mindy," chimed in Wendy, "why would do that for Megan? After all she did to you over the years." But she's still my sister, and with the way things are now ... she's a lot nicer. I don't want her. I'll see you Friday morning at our usual eight-thirty."I liked the sound of that conversation. She was still acting like last weekend wasn't some kind of aberration ... or worse ... a mistake. No ... I liked the sound of that just fine.Charlotte was ten minutes early on Friday morning, a fact which further reinforced my belief that we had something going. Something well beyond business. I'd warmed some fresh blueberry bran muffins, prepared a couple of soft boiled eggs, two pieces of toast and.