Her hair is tied in a bun, and she's dressed in an orange push-up sports bra, lavender compression tights, and black sneakers.I face away from her and...try to ignore her."What should I do to motivate you to go jogging with me?" she asks, as she unexpectedly sits on my thighs and leans slightly forward. She grasps the edge of my blanket and slowly pulls it downward.I am pinned into the bed by my sister's weight and if she continues tagging on my blanket, my morning wood would soon be revealed.. Nicole tagged along behind her, not quite in a rush. ‘you have such a beautiful home, and its in a very peaceful area. I like areas like these. Tranquil and stuff.’ she said once the entered the room. Karly smiled, ‘Why thank you.’ she said in a british accent, which made Nicole laugh. ‘Hey. when i see something great, I like to announce it.’ She laughed. Nicole crouched down and opened the tine of paint, she poured it in the trays and covered the tin again. After about forty minutes of. "I'm old," I finally complained, my nipples suddenly hard, stunned at my lack of protest at this boys manhandling of me."You're beautiful, c'mon, let's dance," he urged as he took my hand and led me towards the floor."Buttttttt," I said even as my feet followed him. You're married you fool... he's just a boy, I admonished myself as he pulled me into his arms.We danced for twenty minutes before I finally came up for air. We were simply good together. Natural. We seemed to know exactly every move. "I would like your company." Well, I hoped that by behaving nice to this girl, that she wouldn't hurt me."Oh, you won't be alone this evening," she said smiling."Thanks," I said with my nicest voice, while I was starting to boil at the inside."No problem," she said. "So what do you want to talk about? And by the way, nice shave."This last part, she had said with a big smile on her face while looking straight down at my crotch."Thanks," I said again, getting very nervous about what the evening.