To reiterate, little by little, I got over my apprehensiveness and began to take her up on her offers to watch TV with her while in the nude or just j...in her for afternoon "chats" if she happened to be home. In time, the bathroom became another place for us to sit and visit, especially on those days when I opted to take a bath instead of a shower. On the afternoons when she happened to be home, she seldom failed to come around and ask me "Bath or shower?" And if I replied with "Bath" she began. ? "Mmmmm hun that feels nice," said a voice behind me, "like to have adrink when we're changed." I turned but only to see his back disappear around the corner althoughhe stopped briefly and wiggled his ass. I sat outside in the bar/coffee shop wondering what to do next when arather cute guy walked up carrying 2 glasses of white wine. "You look like you need this," he said and sat down. As he did histrouser bottoms rose up and my eyes widened ....was he really wearingstocking in the open?. Her pussy juices had slowed their cascade down to a few easy flowing drips here and there, down into the crack of my ass. Kay adjusted her mount on me and found my boney tailbone and started to slowly grind her pussy into it as she pinched, slapped and raked my flesh!Kay was getting her third wind and I was distinctly aware that I was getting yet another erection (how many years since I had gotten it up this many times???) I decided it was time to give to my little sister the final, ‘candle’ of. He extended the protruding stick to Connor.“Thanks,” Connor said, trying to mask the budding tears. “Fuck ‘em. That’s what I like to say, too.”“Uh, huh. Sure you do, kid.” The old man lit Connor’s cigarette and threw his own expired butt onto the ground.Connor felt emboldened by the old man’s remarks and took a risk. “Look, this is all I’ve done since I was, like, eight years old. And now my agent has custody over me and these stadiums are like fucking prisons. I just need to get away, just for.