“I have my bags in that room, go there and pick out a bra of your choice or may be panties,” I said, as I winked. “You are serious?” Adam said... “Yes, now run to the guest room,” I said almost whispering and getting seductive. With no more questions, Adam ran to the guest room. After a minute he came back with a black bra in his hand. It was one of my favorite and fitted really nice around my boobs. When Adam was going to the guest room his cock was soft, and now when he came back… his cock was. We sat down and settled down into the booth. On the drive over I game planned with him.. it was the general rules I had given myself after being a 2 time a week visiter to the club for a few months. Nurse your drink. Don't let the waitress take it. Never say yes to a stripper the first time, always say no. If she looks pissed, then dont' get a dance from her. If she is cool, she is on the table. If she is cool go to her tip rail to show interest. But wait til the night is further on before you. " I don't know why but at this point I could already feel my mind betraying me, now I was thinking about it. Girls probably do have softer lips. Would that make them better kissers? I wondered what Laura's lips feel like, what they taste like. The quick peck we had shared was nothing really. I knew she liked to wear strawberry lip gloss, so they probably tasted like strawberries. Yeah, that would make sense. Then it occurred to me, I had sort of phased out for a while there thinking about. I thought I'd go crazy — in the house with my crazy dad and two dead people for three days — no one to tell me what to do, no one to help me out. I couldn't do more for Dad than give him the whiskey, which seemed to help him some. I covered Mom and Mr. Curtis with a heavy quilt and opened the bedroom window wide and closed the bedroom door. I put some rags again the base of the door to keep the wind from coming in.I made it to the barn a couple of times to take care of the animals. I had to tie.