Dirty Family Secrets
When I walked into the living room, Erika was sitting on the couch, reading. This time she was wearing jeans. But on Erika, those jeans were sexy and compelling. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on. She wore no shoes, leaving the dark reinforced heel and toe of her nylons plainly visible. She wore a white form-fitting tank top that defined her magnificent breasts beautifully, her cleavage deep and inviting. Like Anna, Erika wore her thick waist-length black hair curly and wild. She was free of makeup save a brilliant slash of glossy red lipstick.