Mrs. A and Michele try to help me up. I end up kicking off my pants entirely so that now I’m just standing there in my Leather jacket, shirt, and Indy hat. Michele has forgotten about her own ripped dress and stands there with one boob hanging out entirely in the cool night air.
“You… goddamnit what is this…” Mrs A is not happy. Definitely not happy. Still cute, but not happy.
“Can I talk to you alone, over here?” And I take Mrs A to the other side of the porch. We talk for a couple minutes.
She gives me a hug, pats my bare ass, and goes inside into the kitchen.
I pick up my pants, grab Michele’s hand, and we walk in and go back to Vanessa’s room.
“Ok,” says Vickie, my sister, remember her? She started all this sex shit…
“What the fuck did you just say?”
I just smiled and said, “That’s between me and Mrs.A.” Meanwhile, Vanessa is still standing by the window without any shirt on. Her enormous boobs hanging down, her nipples engorged.
Vanessa is pissed. The Aramendia women get pissed easily, apparently.
“Ok wait a minute. I couldn’t fuck you last week, right? And I was good, right? I honored the sisterhood code… and now, you’ve fucked your sister… and you obviously fucked this tramp, no offense.”
“None taken, bitch,” said Michele, teasing again.
“And I’m left out in the fucking cold with nobody fucking me!”
She plopped down on the bed, head in her hands, and she actually was crying!
I had an internal talk with my cock. We decided we would give it the old college try.
The girls tried to console her for a moment. I knew she was just a drama queen, and wanted some attention. I will give her some attention. Shall we play a game?
I went over to my pile of crap and unhooked the coiled whip that Vanessa loaned me earlier for my costume.
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