Allie had a small home on Polk Street, over on the north side of town. She taught English at Grant City High, so she didn't make a ton of money. Then again, she'd never been married and had no children, so she only had herself and her home to spend her money on.
The home was neat, tastefully decorated, and loaded with pictures of the many generations and branches of the Palmer clan. Just looking at the pictures of all those beautiful female cousins would get a dead man hard.
What got me hard, though, was Allie's actions the moment we walked in the door.
She led the way, me following close behind until I ran into her in the dark living room.
"I've wanted this for a long time," she said, snaking her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
It was a long, soulful kiss. The kind
