She’s oblivious, but isn’t she usually? His thighs part allowing your hand to descend; the material of his jeans is warm, inviting. Your fingernai...s scratch lightly across the denim. You want so to dive straight to his crotch, but no, he’s got to wait. You flatten your palm and rub. Mmm, so firm. You can feel your loins grow warm as well. You allow your fingers to walk up toward his waist, flatten again and slide over his bulge. He thrusts ever so slightly toward your hand. You smile. What did. "David's sister, she of the bounteous boobs and shaved pussy..."Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! When did my sister shave her pussy and HOW DO YOU KNOW?"You are so rude!"Well? Fess up!"She showed me. You ok? Your face went from bright red to sheet white at the same time your little dickie became a ... HOLY SHIT! You're 11 ... you gotta show me."No! You're a guy."So? Mine isn't anywhere near that big."My Dad's isn't anywhere near this big."I'll bet that pisses him off." Ricky chuckled.Yup. It made the. ..Wayne hit the last step and tumbled exhaustedly into Judith’s waiting arms. “Poor baby,” she said, stroking his greasy hair. “All tired out?”“Wiped,” he responded.“Hey, me too,” Beth said coming out on stage to join in a group hug.“How can either of you stand to be close to me?” Wayne asked. “I stink.”“How could I tell?” asked Beth. “I’ve been shut up in that hot little hole for eight hours. I’m outa here.” She gave Judith and Wayne a little squeeze and headed for the door.“You sure you don’t. Afterwards, we stepped back, and Johnson allowed us to climb up the stairs into the plane. As a gentleman, I allowed Marilyn to go first. The fact that I liked watching her legs as she climbed up the stairs ahead of me was simply coincidental!And it got me to thinking.I stood there hunched over (it had a surprisingly low ceiling, between four and five feet high) in the front of the cabin looking around as the pilot climbed on board. He was followed on board by a good-looking blonde who was.