Most people have been to enough of these events to develop a repertoire of greetings from supportive to laudatory. The majority of the people Jeff and...I didn’t know well would approach to shake our hands and start off with, ‘Congratulations,’ and then pause with an amused look on their faces as if they had no idea what to say next. Most would follow it with a slight head shake or shoulder shrug and say something like, ‘That was a new experience. It was fun.’ I was amazed that just by being. I yearned to see it. I desired to touch it. I longed for it to be in any hole of mine he chose. With all this, I was going to have to change panties. I told him to go to the car, which was the only place I trusted myself. I reapplied my lipstick and slipped on my heels, and made my way to the car. I could not believe how horny I was, especially for that man in his car.We walked into the place of the awards dinner and were directed to a table. Another older couple was seated there. Both of them. She said it was for the gas and that boat didn't originally come with it. But her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all. He said that it allowed him to get ofr because he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his foot in. I'm just being a guy. I'm not acting like a big brother should."Britney raised a brow. "Bryan do you mean I got you excited out there?"Bryan gasped. "Uh no... it's just that... um..." It's ok. I must admit I was a little excited too."Bryan's heart pounded in his chest. "Y-you were?"Britney smiled. "Yup. You're hot bro. I hope you know that." Me? Oh my god, look at you sis. You are every guys fantasy."Britney meekly smiled and walked closer to her brother. She reached up and touched his hard.