” Mr. Edwards said, in a soft business voice.“Switch to channel 19… quick.” Alan replies.Alan hears Mr. Edwards tapping at the keyboard until ...he same soft moaning that was coming from Alan’s computer could be heard coming over the phone. Mr. Edwards had tapped into the simulcast coming from beneath Mia’s desk.“Are you recording?” Mr. Edwards asks after a couple of moments.“You bet. Right to disk.” Alan answers, mesmerized by the lowering of Mia’s pantyhose. He recognized them from his. I weeed as he held my hand.We carried on back to the flat, I realised I was still holding his hand as we walked by the bar where my b.f was! I just carried on hehe!We got to my door and I said thankyou and kissed his cheek, he quickly pulled me back for a passionate french kiss, I got so wet at him doing that I said come in.I sat down and said I can't really babe I have a b.f really he only across the street and I don't want to cheat. Have a beer and go!When he sat down I kissed him and pulled. I was just joking.”“Yeah, but the thing it got me thinking of is that the problem isn’t where everyone approaches it. It’s more fundamental than whether you can trisect an angle; it’s whether you have the right tools. The problem isn’t in the math, but with the tools we’re given as restraints. I need to invent another tool.”“I’d appreciate if you don’t reference me about that idea, either.”“Yeah, like I’m going to thank alien Superboy in my Nobel Prize speech,” he laughed. We parted at the bus. "You are...and you have got a fucking hardon," she said noticing the bulge in his swimming trunks."No I am not and I have not," said the embarrassed Ian as he got up from his sunbed and scurried indoors.The siblings did not have much more contact during the day but that night Ian wanked thinking of his sisters backside and Sharon had her fingers in her cunt as she thought of the bulge in her brothers trunks.Ian had no intention of furthering the subject but Sharon had other ideas. She was.