There was now no doubt about it, this was definite sexual advances she was making, all kind of thoughts rushed through my head. I closed my eyes for a...while and concentrated on what I should do, break it off or let it continue? My body was reacting to what little stimuli she was giving me, I felt a tingling in my tummy that transmitted down to between my legs. I crossed them and squeezed then together, feeling my pleasure and knew I couldn't refuse her. I was too shy and introverted to say or. Jack turned the key and the massive 427 engine roared to life. God, it sounded awesome! That engine, linked to the 4-speed manual transmission made this one of the fastest cars in Little Rock. This was going to be a hell of a trip!The traffic was pretty light on the first part of our trip. We made the short Hwy 630 to the I-30 leg with very little trouble. We turned south and west on the I-30, and in a few hours were approaching Dallas. We wanted to get through the nest of interstates around. "My mother came back and asked why I was crying.I looked at my sister and she gave a look that told me I better do whatshe said.I told my mother what I was told to say.She said, "What? That is why you are crying so hard? Because of your hairand how pretty you are? Oh my goodness, you truly are a sissy aren'tyou."She wiped my tears and told me that tonight before bed she would putcurlers in my hair so I can have wavy hair.She said, "As far as you being pretty, well, I can tell you that you. I settle down at the desk and bury my head in the books, focusing my concentrating on my work. The hours roll by and I can't help noticing each time she walks by me. Her breasts almost have a life of their own as they bounce and jiggle as she walks. And is it my imagination, or does she like to swing her hips as she walks, causing her ass to wiggle seductively? Nah, just my mind working overtime. Then again.... I return my attention to the books but find my mind wandering more and more as I.