She massaged my dick through my jeans with one hand as she steered with the other. I kept my eyes closed for the entire ride, not risking a look. When...my dick was completely erect, I felt her fumble with my zipper for a bit but she must have decided we were too close to home and let it alone. I wanted more, however. She had gotten me hard again and I prayed for my sister to blow me again once we got home.She helped me in the house; I put on quite a show by being 'too drunk' to get out of the. She did for a while go along with the whole idea in bed but then got very board with it I still kept wishing thing would change . June 2014 was the turning point for us we met this black guy by pure chance at the complex we were staying at we talked and had a few tighter when he left I could see she was interested I asked what she taught of him and with a very stern look she asked if it was what I rely wanted I said yes and kissed her . The next day we saw him again and invited him for a drink. Actually, after the very next party, Frank drove five people home, letting Sandy off second and then delivering the other three after her. She said that it was weird getting out of the car, saying goodbye to the others and coming in to wait for him to come back. It certainly was a great deal more of a clandestine operation than just driving up with him. It made it really seem like a surreptitious or furtive affair. That was also different for me. She came into the house after waving to her. I texted him telling him about her when we were talking. He mentioned the sexual parts. So, naturally, I told him. That part… I screwed up. I followed her on social media. I spilled all of it, talking back and forth, nonchalantly. She eventually knew. So she told him everything that I did. Now, that part, I messed up. She's probably got me blocked anyway. I learned a few lessons from this. One: Know the game and how it’s played. And two: Even though she was a learning experience for me in a lot.