I started squirming a little. His arms were holding me tighter, pulling me even closer into him. I thought I felt wetness, too. I looked at him sternl... but that only left my lips vulnerable. And he went for it.My lips responded to him instinctively. Even as my head moved back, my lips betrayed me, kissing him back. I was holding his face now and tilting my head and opening my mouth wider. His tongue was out. I wanted to shake my head to say this should not be happening, but I was stunned by. ” The blonde’s comment brought the house down.“Oh, Shelly, it’s only 9.30.” The red-head lamented theatrically when the laughter had once again died down. That was my cue. I finished my drink and made my way back to the bungalow. I found the spare key and let myself in, putting the key back in the flowerpot before the front door closed. I made my way to my room and removed my clothes. I drew the curtains and turned on the light and climbing into bed I continued reading my book which I’d almost. We were kissing as our hands roamed over each other and, in a few minutes, he somewhat breathlessly asked me, "Um, Sarah, is this going where you want it to go?" It is if you're willing," I said softly and we both began undressing.I felt like a young girl again, all sexy and hot, ready for some action with a new boy. Of course, we were both well middle-aged and even brother and sister but those years of feeling like a brother and sister were gone, right now Neal seemed more a new lover than. Why don’t you send off to some design schools? More fun than a Catholic university, I should think.’ She stood stock still for a moment and then went on with her explanations. She didn’t answer but I knew the seed had been planted. Finally she ran down. She came out of the bedroom tying her robe round her and flopped into her chair. I got up and gave her a glass. ‘Brandy and Tia Maria. It’s too sweet but I drink it at Christmas because it’s festive. Sip it slowly or it’ll knock you out.’ She.