" Sure, I'll take you where I used to go parking. Are you okay with that?" I'm in your hands." Again Ginger mumbled something that I didn't catch and ...didn't repeat when I asked her to. I drove to a secluded part of the city. It wasn't a well known parking spot and I didn't expect the police.When we got there, we reclined our seats and I asked, "What do you want to talk about?" Tell me about your sister? I've seen a picture of her. She was quite pretty. Your mother keeps away from the subject of. Sheila’s playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a more pensive look.‘You’re really serious about this aren’t you?’ She said thoughtfully. Again I simply nodded, still hardly daring to look at her.‘Tell me again, then!’ Sheila demanded‘Er, what do you mean?’‘I want you to tell me exactly what you want.’ Sheila reiterated in very precise words.‘Um, well like I said, I’ve been naughty, and…’‘No, no – tell me what you want me to do to you!’ Now Sheila sounded like she was admonishing. Pulling the change from my pocket that was the end of last payday’s money, I go to the newspaper box so I can get the weekend coupons torn out for the things I need before I go in to shop. Lighting a smoke, I sit in the sun on the cement bench and collect a handful of coupons for my usual fare, then slip them into my shirt pocket. I turn to the funnies and enjoy the rest of my cigarette while seeing what’s going on in the worlds of those simple little characters that have entertained me since. His thoughts on whether she'd be joining in were quickly answered as she jumped up onto the bed and lay down against him on the other side to Ms Cleopatra. Sandwiched between two cute girls while a third sucked his dick, how fucking awesome was this?He wondered if they were sisters. They looked a little similar. Maybe it was a Lithuanian thing.Ms Cleopatra took his hand and placed it against her warm crotch. He knew what she wanted, dirty bint. No princess this one for sure. Her crotch was.