We sat down and he moved his chair closer. I stretched my legs out to be closer to him as we sat chatting. And moved my leg so that it was touching hi....He smiled at me when I took my first sip of iced tea, sucking it up through a straw and I wondered then what he was thinking. He was talking to me and while I was interested in what he was saying. He was talking about a greyhound rescue charity he was involved with. I was trying to listen. I just kept thinking of things he had mentioned in. ?Can I maybe talk it over with your sister???Ah? no. I don?t think so.?Billy said, ?There?s some kind of game Kevin wants us all to play.?Marnie made a face at what Billy and James were carrying. ?With those? How old d?you think I am, eight? If she can?t come out and you won?t let me meet her, I can take off on my own.?Billy was in quick. ?Why can?t Marnie meet her? Kevin???I thought it?d just be you,? I said. ?And James.??I said cousins! Cousins plural!??She?s a girl,? I said.Marnie tutted,. Or at least she couldn’t even come close to doing the feeling justice. The best she could do was throw out words like amazing, incredible, overwhelming and perhaps most importantly addictive. Those words also came as close as possible to describing the feeling of fucking Carly Shay, something Sam started doing several long seconds after the initial penetration, making sure to take things slowly at first, just the way her girl liked it. Then, when she knew Carly was ready for it, Sam kicked. “I shouldn’t have any more wine,” she giggled, “but it’s so relaxing! Maybe just a few more sips.” As she drained her glass, I moved closer to her and put my right hand on her bare left leg.“What are you doing?” she asked. Before I could answer, she started talking about her husband. She told me that there had never been anyone in her life but him.“He was my first, and probably my last,” she said. But she did not move my hand away from her leg and neither did I.“I know what you want,” she said,.