He wants to fuck me. I’ve always known this. His eyes linger on my breasts. My big fat ass. We get together once a year, just the two of us. This time I’m wearing something that will signal I want him too.
Three things only. A killer cocktail dress, my fuck me pumps and Chanel No. 5.
My legs are like silk. My pussy too.
I walk to our table.
Apparently, my brother-in-law couldn’t make it tonight.
Asked my sister to step in as he didn’t want me sitting alone.
Awkward.
