’ She told me that she had met me briefly when I was the guest speaker at a seminar on her degree course three years previously (I had forgotten th...s entirely), that she had been strongly attracted to me then, and she had thought of me quite often since. Emma confessed that her taste was for older, confident, capable women who still looked hot and dressed in style, and she thought that I was the leader of the pack!Well – such flattery! But it was artlessly, almost naively, delivered, and it. If, if you did have a minute, um, yes, that would be great, sis. oh, um, by the way, kiki says hi.?Chapter Eleven:swoosh ‑ ?OUCH!!!?Chapter Twelve:?hi sis! want to go for a walk? what do you mean? can’t two sisters just go for a friendly walk together on the lawn? see? isn’t this nice? let’s go, oh, i don’t know, this way now....um, yes, that’s good, but, um, maybe just a little to your left....no, no reason, just, just walking....so, um, how’s your day goin‑ aaaaaaahhhh!!. SIS? HELLO?. It got to be about eleven thirty or so and I could tell that I was getting a nice little buzz from the beer. This of course made me hornier and more outspoken. The next time my wife got up to go to the bathroom, the men just gawked at her and then watched her the whole way as she walked. Before I knew it, I had gotten off my bar stool and was walking over to them. They looked shocked as I approached and stood beside them. How are you fellas? I asked casually. The one closest to me just replied. His emails were completely transparent; he is a class A1 big dick hound. Every guy on the net exaggerates his dick size, and Skip's claim of six inches had me rounding down to five. When I spun my web, sent him the pictures, I knew by the tone of his emails that the hook was set real good. That's when the game starts, because I know that a guy sitting at a keyboard with a hard on staring at pictures of my cock is pretty helpless. When he admitted his deceit, as I force all of them to do, and.