I stared at my phone for a few minutes.I decided to call my sister first. Rhonda worked at a travel agency. WhenI rang her direct line, she picked u... right away. "Rhonda Adams," shegreeted me. "How may I help you?" Hi Rhonda. It's Dan," I replied."Dan! Oh my God! How are you brother?! I haven't heard from you in ages! Mom and I were just talking about you. We were wondering what you were upto. What's going on?" she asked.I was feeling defensive immediately. It had been too long since. Without the alcohol to blur my senses, I manage to find the rhythm of his body and mine. I slide my hand down as he slides in, and in the haze of desire and pleasure, it almost feels like we’re fucking each other.My whole body is rocked with each movement, and the kiss becomes a sloppy press of lips and teeth against lips, chin, cheek; it’s hard to be precise when neither of us can be still for even a moment.I feel my orgasm building and move my hand faster. He somehow notices this change, lets. Pusher doesn’t even let you out of his sight.”“Peter is hardly ever home. He’s on the road twenty-four days out of the month on his sales route covering three states. He makes really good money, but Justine and I are alone most of the time. Maybe now that you and Justine are dating, you can come over and spend some time. We could swim and play games.”“I’d love to play games with you. I mean ... I’d love to come over sometime.” I tried to cover myself as I felt my face turn red.”“You just get. " Well, no, you didn't," I pointed out, pouring. "You said you came to bury the hatchet, then you said you came to apologize -- but you haven't actually apologized." I handed her the glass."You're a mean bastard, aren't you?" she asked."Yup. Vicious. And stupid -- don't forget that. I lend women cars at the drop of a hat -- and pay for repairs, too. All to sniff the crotch of some woman's panties." Gawd! You're incorrigible!" At least. Drink your wine, so you have an excuse in the morning." I'm.