But I bet I know why.”“Jennifer,” I said flatly.“Of course. They’ve always been conspiring to get you together with Jennifer permanently. An... it seems they’re also really good friends. I bet your sister is just as upset as you are that Jennifer is leaving, and if she thinks you broke up with Jennifer, I can really see why you fought.”“It’s water under the bridge now,” I said, shrugging. “I’m not seeing Jennifer and as of right now, we aren’t speaking and I don’t plan to call her.”“So, what are. . what a legs! .. beautiful thighs white ! ..." also if, naturally, i did a bit pretend of nothing, also i couldn't at not to think about it :-P. It was summer when i came to my house with a friend, a little later, when us about to exit, my sister arrives and ask me a commission and she had an habitual tunic for house, white, a little wrinkled, with the effect close-up indeed, with the form of the tits that was good and then that tunic seemed to be a bit neutral namely seemed white and a bit. He had thick dark pubic hair though while mine was thin and light brown - almost blond. His cock was a little larger then mine and it was darker ... mine was pinkish white while his was sort of grayish. His cockhead had an unusual shape: it looked like a Cobra snake: flat and thick. My cock has a round brown mole on one side and after a few games my friend mentioned it and wondered if it was a birthmark. By that I could tell he had been inspecting me with his eyes as carefully as I had. I thought that would be an end to the matter. I'd blown my chances of ever getting inside her panties, and would probably have to look for a new flat pretty quickly once Dad was told. But the next day, to my surprise, it was as if nothing had happened. I couldn't detect any change in her at all at breakfast. But when Dad had gone to work she changed into a shorter skirt and then proceeded to do the stairs again. "Do you like it?" she asked. And without saying anything much in reply, I went up.