Eventually I slide my hands upwards and started groping her breasts over her shirt. She didnt stop me. I assumed because she still had her leather jac...et on and it was covering her for the most part even though it was unzipped.I then pulled her top down under her ample breasts. She didnt stop me or cover up. She just kept dancing and jumping around as if nothing was going on. She still had her jacket on so most of her was covered except for some cleavage. This was when I noticed some people. Sara's lack of a father figure had caused her to latch onto Mark quite a bit when they were growing up. Mark teased his sister about it a lot, but he actually enjoyed the attention he got from her.Mark let his mind drift, remembering that his Aunt Becky and Uncle Peter would be there too. His mother's sister, Becky, was always there for them after Mark's parents divorced. Both women were in their early forties, but one would never guess it. Aunt Becky insisted that Mark's mother go to the gym. 45 from my shoulder holster.“Alright little man, I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Your dumbass should have just left when I gave you the chance!” He yelled coming at me with the knife.“Alright fuckhead, if this is what you want!” slinging my .45 from my holster and steadied the sights on the asshole.“Oh shit, look man I didn’t mean, just let me leave and you don’t have to worry about anything from me ever again!” He pleaded, I thought I saw tears in his pathetic eyes, I let him go. Partly. Our parents often even laughed about it, how forunate that whenever I had a nightmare I would run to my brother and they could sleep peacefully. It's true, I remember when I was just four years old and my brother was seven at the time, I would still run into his bedroom and lay down next to him. He would wake up and hold my hand and tell me stories of how there is nothing to fear because the good always win. I even used to fall asleep by his side holding on to his hand, and then wake up and.