He knew he'd keep thejacket on or else he'd expose his nipples pressing against the thin,white top. One air-conditioned store and they'd grow huge and...hardpushing against the material. They were so sensitive. But no one is goingto see my breasts, he thought.He chose a pair of Capri pants in a contrasting green and a nice pair ofsandals with two-inch heels. All he wore underneath was a plain whitethong. The Capri's were tight across his backside. Frankie rarely worepants, preferring skirts and. She seemed amused by my attentions but because we had been family for half of our lives by that point she was off limits. It didn't stop me from whacking off thinking about her most nights, though.Now, at 25 years old, we had known each other for over two thirds of our lives, though we hadn't talked much since she had married Brad and moved to the big city a couple of years ago.She was even more beautiful now, the vision of a Greek goddess in all her glory, except for the black eye. I pulled. We shared the long ride down. With a loaded trailer we had to keep the speed down and be gentle on the brakes and the curves. That, combined with road construction on seemingly every road, made the ride almost eight hours.The time passed quickly with Alice in the car. We switched off driving every couple of hours. She wanted to know all about my job at the University. Then she wanted to know about plasm. I didn't want her to become distracted while driving, so I limited my demonstrations to. She didn’t know what to say. She decided on the truth. “I don’t actually know. I mean it all happened so fast, and I was feeling so flustered. What I remember most is when he touched my breasts. I was almost overwhelmed by it all!”Janet reached out and patted her hand. “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I know I’m being too nosey. You don’t have to tell me everything.” She sat back. “Are you going to see him again?”“Ohhh yes,” said Rhonda, telling the full and unvarnished truth, now. “I can’t wait.