Some people try to appear how they think I might want them to appear about how things are going. Not you.” He laughed. “I appreciate it, too. ...ou’re open and honest, Patty. I value and trust that.” What was up? What was he leading up to?“Bob? What’s up? You never close the door. Is something wrong? You’re not firing me, are you? Did Wednesday night complicate things?”“No … Patty, wait … no.” He was almost wringing his hands. “This is another sexual harassment situation.”I smiled,. I wondered if I dared ask her to relieve me. I rolled to my back beside her. I lay there for a few moments wondering if our play was over when her hand began exploring. It at last found my dick and began stroking me. I wished for her to increase the intensity. With the slow stroking my desire for relief was only growing. I wondered how I could get her to do it faster and harder. I whispered, “Sis, I love you.”“I love you too, Timothy Ivan.” Mom always called me that when I was doing. " Like you're doing, you mean?" That's what got me thinking about it. Let's face it. The damned Program is here. I wish it wasn't, but I'm not sure that Molly or Curt or that Jason or anybody else can shut it down. Why should every kid have to be so shocked or traumatized when they're put in just because it's their first time naked in front of their friends?" Yeah, but if everyone practices being naked," Lisa objected, "isn't that doing just what the Program wants?" In a way, I guess. You know,. "She unknotted the belt and allowed her robe to slither to the floor. I felt my cock hardening as I looked at her, the beautiful firm breasts with their pink nipples, the flat stomach and the tiny triangle of her pubic hair pointing like an arrow down to her beautiful little slit."You're beautiful, Aunt Pat," I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry."Thank you." She smiled and reached for the basque. She wrapped it around her body, settling her breasts into the underwired cups. "There are hooks and.