" Really?" said Ryan, noticing her sliding her hand against her dress."Goosebumps." Really, and so much more," replied Chelsea, letting out a gasp. "I... hewasn't gay, I would have been all over that, so I'm still pissed at youraunt for even telling me about that, but what can you do? A girl candaydream, can't she?" You've been dreaming about him?" asked Ryan, squeezing her arm. "Aboutmy.. umm brother!" Sorry, I bet this is weird since it's your brother, and please don'tmention this to my. You will become my personal assistant, and you'll need to know as much as you can about me and what is going on in my life. It will be tough for a while, until you catch up on the last couple of weeks. Catherine can help you, and so will I. Be sure to ask me about anything you are unsure of, or unclear on. I'll have a list for you tomorrow, of the things I want you to get started on."Her megawatt smile had returned as I spoke, and she nodded her head."I sure hope she realizes what she's getting. I helped her sit up, and then sat back a little."Are you OK?" I asked."Ooh! That was so intense!" Wendy whispered."Was that your first?"She blushed. "Well, no, but it's never been like that! What happened?"I knew she was talking about me holding her, so I said, "I couldn't have you hitting your head, now could I?" I fainted?" Not really. More like a sensory overload."She looked at me strangely for a moment and I knew I'd used the wrong words again."Does that happen to you, too?" she asked. Lisa unclasped her bra. It fell aside. He kissed her hard, erect nipples. One hand slipped down her stocking leg and up again. Fingers brushed her lace knickers. Seeking her warm opening. Her knickers slightly wet to the touch. Bumfelt slipped a finger inside and she groaned. Her hit breath coming in gasps. "Take em off," whispered Bumfelt, taking his hands back to Lisa's face. His tongue probing her mouth. Warm. Wet and eager. Lisa pulled down the knickers, damp, and sticky, her sex juices.