It looked as if the whole bottom was wet. She was blushing again."Now the panties, Amy. Lose them too."Ever so slowly out of timidity again, she slid ...he panties down. It look like a hell of a sexy strip from my vantage point. The crimson color of her face and neck had deepened. While she got out of her panties and her sandals, I'd hastily doffed my T shirt and continued to watch her. I could see her bald pussy, glistening with her fluids."Now the top, Amy. Your nipples are already telling me. ... but she was so fucking hot. How could he have not seen it before? He was wondering how many other guys she had turned on; how many guys maybe guys he knew, jerked off thinking about her, fantasized about her. He slid as light as he could, on the bed, moving gradually beside her. He laid there just a moment, his thoughts clouded . Should he be doing this, his little sister. He listened to her breathing watching her chest rise and fall. Without thinking his hand palmed her left breast. It all made sense. The frantic activity when he was abducted from his apartment in Lima, the money-is-no-issue attitude of the embassy people and the tight security when they delivered him back to the Americans.He was a spook, CIA, of that Henry was sure and the Americans had been scared shitless that he might spill the beans to the Shining Path. That's why they paid over one-hundred-fifty grand to Henry's team to get him back. And that's why Lowell had been at the MI6 headquarters this. Heather and I made love. That weekend Trish and I fucked like a couple rabbits. It didn't mean anything to me and in the end it cost me everything. I bragged about getting laid when I was changing in the locker room after gym a couple days later to a few guys. One of them knew Heather hadn't been with me that weekend.The bastard waited about five weeks while he made friends with Heather. When he thought she would be receptive to his overtures, he stabbed me in the back. He told Heather about.