I'd talked with them as we boarded the train and came to the conclusion that she (Emily - prevet student at Cornell) was the brains of this couple whi...e cute Rob (not clear what he does) sort of tags along.What Rob does do, at least right now, is lick, kiss and nibble Emily's neck while his hand is out of sight up her dress. The dress is mostly scrunched up her smooth, slightly furry thighs, one of which is airborne with a foot wedged against the seat in front of them. She moans softly as his. Shewas in Tshirt and jeans. She never wore this at College. She had a Tank top andtight white jeans with brecelet in hands and gold chain around her neck. Herboobs were revealing their perfect shapes. Then she gave me the keys and askedme to take the car out. I did what was said. Then I was waiting for her there andshe ordered open the door. I got back from my seat and opened the door for hershe got in and we drove to the nearest mall Shewent for shopping, she asked me to follow her to carry. He struggled upright and dropped his feet to the floor."Please don't tell me you have it too!" his mother pleaded."No-no!" he blurted. "I'm fine. Just asleep on the couch, Mom."She laughed harshly at that. "Lucky you." That bad, huh?" He was beginning to come out of it now. Awakening after a nap always threw him off."Dad's even sicker than Kaylee is. He's claimed the downstairs bathroom. Mom and I have to go upstairs to use you sister's sickroom, while Dad uses your father's. Such an ideal. It was dusky down there, only candle light and she'd lit incense. And a mighty fine scent she'd chosen. Flack's "Killing Me Softly" softly played and sounded very nice. I wanted so bad to exit out that patio door; chain smoke Black Watch, drink one cup of decaf after another and imagine what those two were doing in their bedroom. That'd a been just fine by me. I was all for imagining. Watching, seeing was a whole different proposition. I pressed up flat against the kitchen side of that dividing.