Mom would kill us or at least me.”“What I did?” Becky stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “You trying to tell me you don't get o...f on thinking about Mom watching us?” She pointed. “You're fuckin' hard now thinking about it. Oh, nice shorts, by the way. What if Mom came home now and saw that?” She ran her hands along his dick, pushing it up toward his stomach. The top few inches poked above the waistband.“Stop,” he said and swatted at his sister's hands. “I'm not planning on. ‘Shawna? Shawna?’ he said in great surprise. ‘Why, it is you! You haven’t aged a day since I saw you last! How are you?’ ‘I’m wonderful,’ I replied. ‘It’s good to see you, Barry.’ ‘Likewise.’ We chatted for a little while, and then I had to get back to my duties behind the steam table. Barry began to frequent the center, and we would talk after lunch was served and I had some time. He had always been a great conversationalist, and I was taking a little more time these days to smell the roses. I. Okay? You canmake me do this if you want. But I'm begging you. Please don't make me."?Come on, panty boy. It's time."And so I tugged them upward. They caught at the knee, and again on thethigh. They were so soft, so slick, so cool to the touch. I immediatelygot stiff. Jazz laughed at that. ?Somebody likes panties," she said.?Little Lancelot is in the house!"I pulled my paints up, as if to hide the panties from both of us. Thiswasn't right. I wasn't a sissy. Was I?***On Tuesday, we actually got. We kissed till we were almost breathless at the same time fondling each other. we broke off the kiss we held each other tight for a long tight hug. We stopped the hug ‘cause she wriggled a little. “I need to go to the little girls' room,” she said as she moved away. She went off to do that I filled the spa.We were soon playing footsies in the relaxing spa. I moved my foot so I could massage her pussy with it and she let out a muffled moan. As she spread her legs to give me better access, I.