With me moving out of the area I didn’t see Diane again, although I often think about her, you’ll see why.Back to my true story, Diane had an olde... sister Hazel, she was 15 and quite popular with the boys, Diane and I couldn’t see what they saw in her, but then if we, or I was older, then I might.Diane knew as little about sex as I did and nothing untoward ever happened, that was until that summer. We used to play down the small wood over the road from where we lived, Diane thought it was her. “Um ... Oh...” she said.“What a good little Dolly,” I said. I pretended to adjust the fabric some more, just sliding it back and forth across her nipples. I was beginning to see some more prolonged flashes of color as I worked with the pose. But they didn’t focus on any one part of her body. It was almost like watching a pinball machine light up—a flash here and a flash there. Obviously, when I moved the fabric across her nipples, they lit up so brightly I could see them through the tricot.I. My legs were spread over the arms of the chair, my cock, balls and ass open and exposed for Rob's benefit. His foot played lightly over my balls and touch softly against the head of my cock. I could feel the sensation building and my cock began to swell. I looked at Rob and noticed his hand brushing gently over his dick, his fingers delicately dancing along the tip and balls. He pressed the sole of his foot against my cock and began to stroke it, causing the blood to rush to the shaft in. .. , “ Erin fought back tears as she stammered and struggled with the truth.“I know, Erin. I know how you feel about me. Deanna told me,” I told her, kissing her softly on the lips, much to her shock.“But ... you ... you married her! You love her, not me,” Erin tried to make sense of this.“No, I love her AND you. There’s a difference, sis. I like both of you very much. We can all win here. We can all have what we want,” I assured her, not mentioning yet that I wasn’t sure if Deanna and I would.