We were spoiled a lot as girls, so we enjoyed playing silly games together and being our youngest selves, even though we were already considered beyon... the age for foolish "playtime". But we had our reasons...After breakfast we headed back to our bedroom to play games and watch tv. About an hour later, Sofia had started playing with her dolls on the floor and I watched curiously as she made the dolls kiss each other. We only had "girl" gendered dolls, no "boy" gendered dolls, so that's what. "That story is strictly for cheap detectivebooks!" Listen," she bristled. "Does it make sense that I'd pull a robbery likethat? A crime that might be traced back to me? Does it make sense thatI'd stay in that dinky fleabag when I could go to Brazil or some placewith all that money?" I'm not going to argue with you," I snapped, "And 'I m not going totrust you out of my sight either, no matter what kind of story you cookup. Get this straight:You're my prisoner until we reach Chicago. We. I took that as a valid reason."You're generous."A cloud came over her face. "If you're referring to the tit fuck, I withdraw the offer." Why?" You rejected my tits because they're small." That's not true. You know my arms were aching that night. You have lovely breasts. They're not small. I won't reject them if you make another offer." We'll see," she said, becoming playful again."You're expression is sexy when I remove your panties. Does that count as a reason for you to stay?" Oh, Sammy, you. ..when you masturbate" again with that sexy whisper."Sometimes." I was damn near shivering."What do you think about?" She was stroking my arm with her nails, very lightly. I couldn't stand it, my chest and my pussy were throbbing."Sometimes.....you." As buzzed as I was, I knew I wanted to take that response back. I'd gone waaaay over the top. But the look on her face told me that I had just made her night."Oh God, me too Crista. I've thought about you too." She squeezed my hand. "Oh please show.