I agreed and gave the address. Next afternoon, when I had finished my lunch and was watching TV the bell rang. I had forgotten that the tailor would b... coming. I opened the door and asked him to come in. He sat on the sofa and I offered some cold drink. I had another look at him and again had high heart beat. He looked like film star Raj Kiran of those days.I was wearing a house coat and went to the bedroom to change to a blouse and sari. All my blouses were very tight. Only when was a bit OK. " You will?" she asked in an unbelieving tone. "I guess we haven't killed each other off yet, so that has to count for something. But you'll get over me, and so will Tracy eventually. If I went with you, I'd just get in your way. Your sister wants you, you know." I know," Brandon admitted what he understood about his sister's feelings. "I have to admit that I want her, too, Angel. It's just that I'm scared we'll both get hurt. I've let myself be vulnerable before, and it's never worked out. I’ve been horny thinking about you.”Jenny looked around, making sure none of the other parents could read her phone over her shoulder before shooting back,“It’s a 25 minute drive each way. I need to be back here before 4. That gives us literally 1 minute.”There was a brief pause before he responded.“Then you better come quick, and be able to get me off quickly.”Jenny made a quick excuse to the other parents - something about forgetting to pick up some dry cleaning across town - and jogged out. Every night, she’d turn on the laptop. She’d spend at least half an hour watching porn. It was nice, watching sexy lesbians eat each other out, or a couple as they moaned under the rumbling sheets. But it made Kayla feel strange, like wanting somebody to slide a long, hard cock into her hungry wet pussy. The burn of desire, the horny pleasure. But that was not the problem. The problem was, that Kayla could never reach her orgasm, no matter what! And it was frustrating, it really was. She would.