My gaze lowers to Melissa's robe around her waist, which is still closed. I want to see her pussy. Without resistance, her hands fly down and fling it...open. She spreads her legs widely, and I can see her pussy open, dripping with her juice. I feel my legs widen, although I have not opened my robe at all.My pussy floods and I see hers do the same. I yield totally to our shared passion and I project two of my fingers plunging into her, pumping her. I feel her fingers slide into me. We fuck each. Finish.”“I love you, Brad...”“I should hope so. I love you, too. Always have. Even when you were my icky little sister.”“Good. I kinda ... When you said something about doing this week, at first I was just like we said, you know, reading, relaxing ... this...”“This...” I repeated.“This started crossing my mind. Brad, since Keith died – nobody. Not even the first date. Nobody. And Keith’s health the last few months ... nothing. And I felt too damned guilty to even do my own fingers.” She sighed.. ’ Sally quickly commented, ‘Not if she does it right!’ Debbie and I approached them as they were getting into the truck. Debbie said, ‘Hey college boys—you remember us?’ Tom looked at us for a bit and laughed ‘Yep, sure do. Both of you have changed quite a bit.’ John added, ‘I’ll say, look at them boobs!’ Debbie answered with a laugh, ‘Our boobs have grown—we don’t have those B’s anymore. We’re both D’s now.’ But she was right, I was a 34D and Debbie was a 36D. After a few minutes or so of. I was normal. I got them pretty much every day.But I’d never gotten a boner for Valerie. Not for my best friend.And, for the first time in my life, I actually felt like a pervert.Except I felt guilty, and I kind of doubt that real perverts feel guilty. I mean that’s what makes them perverts, right?Anyway, there I was, with what, under different circumstances, would have been a magnificent hard on. It was one of those kind that make you proud when you wrap your hand around it and it feels like.