Don't know what she put on: Pink Floyd, maybe, but I for sure can't remember now. She came back to the couch, settled herself comfortably, her head on...my shoulder.'Listen, and let it come onto you.' I sat and did as she said, listening to the music, real aware of her slight weight leaning against me. In a while I began to feel kinda different. More relaxed, more sensitive, wanting to express deep thoughts that seemed to make a lot of deep sense. Pure crap of course, but luckily I was too. ''Do you usually go to jazz bars, Mr... god, I've just realisedI don't know you name!' I laughed, my fingers over my mouth. 'Ifeel such a fool, I'm sure Angela told me but...''It's Lawson,' he said with that grin of his.'Nice to meet you, Mr Lawson.''And you, Miss Grey.''Are you based in London?' I asked for want to something to say,to stop him looking at me as intently as he did.'Most of the time. Liz, is it possible... is there a chance thatwe could... have dinner or something? I promise I. I heard my husband coming up the stairs, he said he would take little Charlie (our dog for a walk as he seemed to have a little trouble doing his business.I lay back down, I heard the door go, I put my hand to my breast, I was still breathing a little heavy, I squeezed my breast and my other hand moved down between my legs, I started to masturbate, I felt I needed to cum, I tried to think of other things but they were not the same, they were not arousing enough, I went back to that dream, my. This is kind of weird,” I replied.“Let’s give it a try. Take your shorts and underwear off,” said my sister.I complied and sat back on the bed. In its flaccid state my dick is about six inches long. Kim looked at it and her eyes grew wide. “Wow,” she whistled. “That’s impressive. No wonder Julie looked so happy. Try to make it hard.”I started stroking, but not much was happening. It got a little bigger, but not a full erection. “This isn’t working,” I said. “You’re my sister for crying out.