Portia Hen

Dance with the Devil Portia Hen

Publisher Marketing: THE DEVIL WAS MARRIED TO MY SISTER A man that you can be seen with in public and not be ashamed; that's what he was. You didn't have to put a paper bag over his head when you had sex with him. In fact, you wanted to see his face and kiss him and linger over his lips and look into his eyes. He really was the most handsome man I had ever seen. And it was my elder sister that he loved. Luke Walcott had married my sister Courtney Hen. I lived with them in their large house in Sacramento, California. He taunted me. He screwed her till she screamed, beating down the walls in sheer ecstasy. Her skin glowed. He walked around the house half naked, mostly with a hard-on pushing at the towel that he draped loosely on his lean sinewy hips. I lay in my bed wanting him so badly. My mind was tortured. My body suffered from craving him and desiring him to come take me in whichever way he wanted. For him I would have bent over, I would have licked his balls, I would have allowed him almost anything. But he didn't come to me. Last month I had watched Courtney and Luke as they made love by the poolside. I didn't know if they could hear me but I was listening in on them while hiding behind the curtains from my vantage point in my bedroom upstairs