” She said as she shook her head back and forth. Patty kept grinded her pussy against me as we talked. My cock was aching to have a release and I d...dn’t care who gave it to me. “Has anyone ever touched you there? “Yeah, I have let a couple of guys touch it. No one has ever licked it though.” “Did you like it when they touched you?” “Yeah a little. Some boys are ruff and it hurts sometimes though.” “Do you want me to warm you up?” I asked and smiled at her. I know that Patty was my sister. We never had another chance to be close, not that day, not even the next of many times she was over. I wanted her pressed against me. The next time she was over, Sam was with her, and the time after that, and the time after that. – I tossed the damp towel on the bed, pulled my jeans over my naked hips, and then my blouse over my head leaving my clean bra and panties still lying in the drawer untouched. As I adjusted my breasts, I thought about how nice it would be to have them be smaller like. For those unaware of the distances involved its 168 miles (272 km) from London to Sheffield, most of it is motorway travel. Being lucky enough to have a large automatic car with cruise control, it was literally a case of point and steer. Just as I approached the slip road to the motorway, it was raining and just ahead of me I saw three figures huddled under an umbrella with a cardboard sign saying Nottingham. It was not until I slowed to a stop that I saw it was three teenage girls. The lead. Did I love her? Hell, I didn't know!NEITHER HERE NOR THERE"It is better to be unfaithful than to be faithful without wanting to be."- Brigitte BardotI left Annie's place and with some resolve I headed home. Love was on my mind — what did it mean? What was it all about? I remembered something Joan Crawford said once:"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."It sure felt like my house was on fire!We'd had some good years but could.