Her hands came up to those breasts, on the outside of her pajamas. They felt so soft under her hands after the remembered hardness of his chest in her...dream. Had it felt like this when he touched them? She couldn’t remember!She felt the shame wash over her as the need arose in her body. She willed her hands to stay on her breasts, but her right hand betrayed her and slid down her body, to go inside her pajama bottoms. She gasped with need as her finger hit slippery skin and then slid into her. " Did he touch you?" He fingered me, and I let him, but only to see if he still turned me on." And did it?" If he'd done it much longer it would have. He asked if he could visit, and I said he could, but no promises."Shannon was quiet for several minutes. "What was he like in bed?" Don't know. We never did it in bed." Where did you do it then?" Car sometimes. Other times out in the open, doggy. Or me standing and bent forward, him up me from behind." Doesn't sound like much fun. What was he. Suddenly an idea stuck to my mind that if I peep through the door I can see the beauty of bare sister. But I felt hesitant at beginning fearing that she will come to know about what I am doing. However I thought I should not miss the golden opportunity slowly I kept aside the plate and without making any noise I went near the door. I held my breath and I peeped from distance. I could see the part of hips but could not see the breast. I took some more courage and moved little towards the crack.. ‘Time to go, I think, boys’ she said, ‘my place is 5 minutes walk away’ Hand in hand, the three walked from the bar, along the seafront and were soon sitting in Dee’s back garden with a glass of white wine each. The garden was sheltered on all sides from her neighbours, and at the end of the garden was slung a hammock. ‘Are we going to do this?’ asked Dave, ‘and if we are, what exactly are we going to do’? ‘OK’, Dee replied – ‘some ground rules. You can do what you want with me, as long as you.