Occasionally some guy would approach her for a dance or to offer her a drink. My sister was as alluring as any woman at the fete, she raised the testosterone level of every swinging dick in the place. I turned away from our destination and drove to Lake Front Drive where there is a mile long walking trail between the street and the lake. She stood back watching me with caution then started pulling her clothes off. I dreamed about Keri, my sister’s legs were wide open and some old fart was stuffing Fifty Dollar bills up her cunt while she cooed about traveling to France. My girls are not street whores and if I caught one acting like that, she’d be out on the next bus. I watched them chat and gossip as I drove across the city to an exclusive beach front home.
