Her day finishedmuch like it started, with Cindi looking out the bus window brooding onevents.Unknown to her, the reason why Eleanor had experienced f...ar less incessantchanging then Cindi was that in some ways, his idea of the perfect girlwas in some ways a female version of himself. And that was why the newwoman that he had become had largely avoided getting into a constantfeedback loop, at least so far. She felt really sorry for Cindi when shearrived home and found her surrounded with girl. She told me not to work too late, and she'd see me when she got home. Little did she suspect, but tonight was the night I found out what kind of meetings she was actually going to.I parked down the block, with my lights off, and waited for her to leave. Just like clockwork, after dinner she got into her car and headed out. Staying just far enough back, to where she couldn't see me, I followed her for about 15 minutes, until she pulled into the driveway of a house we'd never been to; or at least. I wandered into our joint bedroom and closed the door behind me, not bothering to put on the latch. I laid down on my bed and shucked my trunks, and began caressing my hard cock, thinking of my sister's hot body again. It wasn't long before I heard the door open slightly and my sister, with her friend peeked in. I watched my sister, watching my cock, almost drooling at the site. It seemed that the other night of our passion hadn't left her mind either. She slowly made her way into the room,. The priest went over to a big bookcase. “What is your last name?”“Kallberg.”She ran her hand over the back of the thick volumes and when she came to the fourth she took it out. After flipping some pages she waved me over. “Here is the last entry, a Mr. Karl Kallberg, born right here.”“I know him; I contacted him over the internet.”“I have a few things to do, but as you see, his parents names are written down, so all you have to do is to cross reference them between the different books.”I.