’ ‘You are so smart. Thank you.’ ‘You are welcome. A bit extra in your Mom’s drink?’ ‘Yes, please.’ Both loved their drinks and wanted...another. The bartender smiled at me. I was sure she didn’t remember me but on my previous trip my gay friend Bruce decided he wanted to go there so we did. He spent his time chatting up some t-girls as the bartender and I graded his effectiveness. Her name was Lauren and she was a short, terminally cute blonde. I liked her but assumed she was a lesbian. She. I looked over and saw my younger sister snuggled up against me asleep. She suffered from nightmares and normally crawled into bed with my parents, but I figured she must have wandered into my room by mistake. In the process of her snuggling up to me her hand ended up on my dick. I thought about moving it, but just left it there. Figured why not. I lay there enjoying the feeling and even started popping a boner. At that point her hand slipped off. So I took her hand and gently and slowly began. She cupped it in her hands and held if in such a way as to cast a flickering glow on her face. She looked at Jeremiah and he blanched. He backed against the wall, face dotted with sweat, eyes downcast. His mouth moved, but no words came. Penelope ran her tongue over her lips, as if tasting his fear. "It's late, Jeremiah," she said. The slave only nodded and looked at the floor. She came up to him, holding the candle between them, so that they both stood in the tiny halo of its flame. "It's very. He also told me he'd hidden ten bucks somewhere, and the first one who finds it gets to keep it. I found it. Hum, wonder if he'll do the same thing today."She laughed, "Well dear, I'm glad you had fun. Now come eat so we could get going, momma has a lot of shopping to do while you're at Grampa's."I waited until she was well out of sight, and hurried around the room putting my plan into action. I grabbed my purse, and shoved the pair of panties into it. I decided I'm not wearing a bra either..