”“EWWWWW gross! You sniff them???? Why?!”“Well, um, it’s because they smell like you… like your pussy.” I explained.“Are you totally o...t of your mind? I’m your sister you weirdo!”“I’m sorry, but the scent of your pussy… the feel of your panties… just the thought of that delicate material pressed against you… it just turns me on. I can’t help it.”With that I noticed her eyes glance at my cock, which apparently had begun reacting to my consideration of why I was so compelled to masturbate with. He begins to tease the outside of her pussy with his fingers. Softly pressing one against her opening, only to withdraw it as she arches forward. Her breathing is coming in short gasps now, her body bucking wildly. He pushes his finger inside her now, matching her thrusts. “Oh God!” she cries into the night. His one finger now becomes two as he pushes deep inside her. Her clit is still in his lips, his tongue lapping and circling it. He knows that she will be unable to hold on much longer. With. Emmy was there and saw the whole thing.There was no way that anything Rick Dempsey had told me was responsible for this sudden surge. He had said very little, really, about what I should do. Sure, he'd told me to relax, to be selective, to be patient, yada-yada-yada. With all due respect to Mr. Dempsey, nothing that he'd said had been the difference-maker here. I had hit well for two days running. And nothing in my baseball life had changed.Just my home life.It would be ridiculous -- wouldn't. Gerry put down hisglass and dealt with the baby as Kate said, "A toast! To the best teamat the best investment firm in southern Florida. To us!" To us!" The rest called put together as they sipped their drinks. Gerryhad also called out the 'to us' toast, but he was busy making sure thatMila didn't get into any trouble.He followed her for a few minutes until she found her way to AuntieStevie who picked her up and cooed, "And you were such a big help beingsuch a good girl today! What a good.