”“But you made Blake use them.”My sister leaned over and put her nose next to my ear, her breath wafted lightly across it when she said, “I di...n’t want to change panties when I came home.” My balls clenched and I damn near came all over my stomach. I slid my cock on the split between her legs as I pulled my head back then put my mouth over hers. I wasn’t sure if I should kiss her but at that moment it seemed appropriate. She accepted the kiss then rolled off my lap to my side and we got. And Tess, God knows, was easy to look at."Same deal?" Tess asked me, as the Brit woman's name was being announced to the gallery by the starter."Same deal?" she said again, this time poking me with an elbow and giving me a sly smile.I finally figured out that this was her shorthand for what had become a little tradition -- a ritual -- at the start of a tournament. She was asking whether she'd get the promised opportunity to blow me, if she performed up to standard.I had no illusions about her. I said Gage was a regular guy, but that isn’t completely factual. In his physical appearance, he was a couple of steps above regular. That’s my roundabout way of saying he was a good-looking dude. In addition to his looks, he was bright, funny, and easy to talk to. In other words, I really liked the guy.Without my realizing I was doing it at first, I began flirting with him much as I’d done with his sister eight years before. I don’t know if he picked up on it at the beginning, but after a. Desperately, he didn't.His eyes caught Penelope over Melanie's bobbing head and he offered her a silent plea, begging her with nothing more than his expression to not use this against him. Penelope's smile deepened. She took a confident stride forward, then slid one of her impossibly heeled feet to the side, pulling the already tight material of her skirt almost to bursting point.With a smile he could only describe as evil, she grasped her skirt at the hips, and working her perfectly manicured.