”“Yes, please, and you’re correct. He’s praised you to the skies to me too.”“I pulled a few other facts about you from Mike so I could be ... good hostess for him.”Amber twisted a strand of her hair in a nervous gesture. The gesture belied several other questions Amber wanted to ask. Finally, the most important of the lot broke through; “Margo, are you and Mike an item – in a relationship? Am I on your turf?”Margo’s head spun to look at Amber’s blunt question so rapidly her neck made a snapping. The joy of finding outthat random tidbit of information. He'd nearly forgotten what he waslike. Soon, it was like the old days. Parkour videos, some cat videos,his old gaming community. He was working through the tabs when Melaniecame back. Looking up at the window, he saw it was evening. Time hadjust flown by. It was then that he noticed more bags."More shopping?" Shopping always bored him stiff. Some band tees andironic shirts, done. The thought of having to learn how to dress allover again. " Are you wearing pants?" she asked. I shook my head. "And I bet you left off the bra as well," she accused, hands feeling for my nipples through the thin fabric of the top."I was in a hurry," I started to excuse myself, "I usually..."My words were cut off as her hand landed forcefully, dead center on my lightly covered bottom, forcing a squeal of pain from me."How...many...times...," she went on, each word punctuated by a hard smack to my bum, "have...I...told...you...?" She was panting with. She has no experience with this extreme wetness or the intense burning inside her aroused pussy.As c***dren, Paul and Sharon were told in no uncertain terms that masturbation is a sin and they would burn in hell if they played with themselves. Sharon took this literally and has never touched herself or let anyone else touch her. Now her insides are burning hot and wet."Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of his mother. Deuteronomy 27:22," Paul.