"I guess that means we won't get anywhere from here then."The snicker turned into a barely suppressed squeal as Nelly dug her fingers deep into his fe...t. "Wrong answer, try again."There were only so many times Marc could lie to himself that he didn't want any part in this game. "I'm sorry, I meant to say 'let's get naked'."A second later her fingers were gone from his feet, leaving a cold harsh lack of touch in their wake, but when he opened his eyes he noticed they were needed to get her out. Imposing studio portrait photos of Alfred Hitchcock and Orson Welles (both former patrons of Harry’s Bar) gazed down on them.“So where shall we go for our first supper together in Venice?” Geoff asked. “Want to try somewhere smart, such as one of the hotels on the Grand Canal, or would you prefer a quiet pizzeria off St Mark’s Square?”But before Gina could answer, the barman turned around from tidying up his cocktail-making equipment and offered the couple a suggestion. “If I may permit, senor,. It was a cheap, worn out prank which could have worked elsewhere, but I knew their designs and I played dumb to go along. Finally I had what I desired and they thought that they had their way with me. The particular night started with our somewhat mischiveous backseat prelimineries. After reaching home, while they were watching a porn flick I got up and told them in no uncertain terms that either they watch others do it or do it themselves; their choice. Naturally they chose the latter. My two. Rather confused with what was going on I pulled the covers back to see something that shocked me but also excited me, My little sister Amy had her hot pants round her knees with one hand between her legs. Even though me and my sister were close I had never seen her or even knew she did masterbate, Yeah she had cought me rubbing one out now and then but I never in my life thought I would witness my sister playing with herself."Amy what the hell are you doing!?!" I said to her as I looked down.