I simply said, ‘Why don’t we meet at a local bar? Even if we just talk, it can’t be any worse than our respective earlier dates.’ This seemed ...minently logical to this female whose name I do remember – Rebecca – and we met at a bar that would be open late night that she suggested. Of course we hit it off. The bar we chose had these awesome old fashioned barrel booths, we were fortunate enough to nab one. Rebecca was just as pretty in person as she had appeared in her photo. She was thin up top. With that being said, I reached over and pulled another chair over beside us and slowly put my legs in the seat part of it for him to look at. "Hmmm, nice. Mind if I feel those tights?" he asked. Before I could respond though, he put his rough skinned hand on my right foot. I could feel the callouses on his palms sliding across my tights covered feet. This was the first time I was ever touched while wearing tights and I loved it. I was bothered but at the same time turned on. He slowly and. ’ ‘I would like doggie style.’ ‘Do you want me on my knees on the floor, or do you want me to get up on the couch for you to stand behind me?’ She was giving him choices. Phil responded, ‘Just stay there on the floor, please.’ She got up on her knees as he positioned himself behind her. He could see her ass and gapping gooey pussy as he moved up behind. Even though she had wiped herself, Eric’s cum was still oozing out. This was what he saw the first time he fucked her tonight. He plunged all. We were in the kitchen, working our way through a bottle of red wine, when I finally broached the subject. “So come on, you still haven’t told me why to came. And how long are you planning on staying?” Michael avoided my eyes, staring instead into his wine glass. “I don’t know. I needed a change I guess. And what better way than to spend some quality time with my favorite sister?” I rolled my eyes at that. “As long as I’m not imposing.” “You are so going to cramp my style,” I joked. “But no.