6'5" built like a brick shithouse and hot as hell. Got to introduce myself one day and his name was Jean (John) he is french-canadian and is in the na...vy. Married. Damn! That did not stop me from admiring his fantastic body from afar. He spent a lot of time working on the yard and doing renos on his house. Usually wearing just a pair of work pants that had an interesting rip in the crotch area. I managed to wash the dishes for hours just standing at the sink and watching him work. Eventually I. I shoved some money back in the slot, but the screen didn’t go up. The little read-out was telling me there was a special show going on and I needed to put more money in the slot. Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the screen was killing me, but I didn’t have much money with me. Shoving what money I had left into the slot caused the screen to quickly slid back up. On the other side my wife was on her back, one huge black dick in her mouth and the other buried in her. For a moment I looked away, ashamed of myself, and atthat moment two things happened; firstly, the brushesof the carwash enveloped the car blotting out the worldaround us, and secondly, my sister Jillian laid her armacross my shoulder and leaned over, bringing her faceso close to mine that I couldn’t stop the inevitablekiss.we kissed deeply, I tasted her sweetly alcoholic salivaas she slid her hand behind my head pulling me in intoher kiss. Off-balance now I reached over with left myhand. With a voice so weakthat it hardly could be heard, she whispered: "No one lives in thishouse. Everyone is dead since we lost our will to be free." But who are those men inside your house striking heroic poses?"Pierrot asked."They are but the ghosts of great warriors past. There walk Napoleon,Foch, Richelieu, and LaFayette. They look impressive - don't they? -but they are as dead as Ramses, Saladin, and Alexander the Great." Won't you, at least, open the door for me?" cried Pierrot in.