I just need to be held".I was more than happy to do this and we lay together for a few minutes.By now i was beginning to get turned on and i was a bit...worried about how she would react.She eventually let go of me and said,"Sorry.I shouldn't have done that'.I said not to worry and she seemed to relax more.My cock was beginning to bulge in my trousers and she noticed this as she leaned over me again.She ran her hands over my chest before running them over my crotch.This seemed to wake her up from. We walked hand in hand to greet them, the only bit of intimacy that took place. I received a chaste kiss as thank you, and we went our separate ways.During my journey home, I replayed the evening. My date, and that still sounded odd to me, had arrived a few minutes late, dressed very demurely in a simple black skirt and white blouse. We talked initially about the previous week and all its oddities, often repeating, almost exactly, parts of our Saturday's conversation. As we relaxed, something. I replied with a shrug. She said, "Maybe I should talk to her..." No," I heard myself say. "I'll talk to her." I was afraid of what Megan might say if she was upset. Probably she'd blurt everything out to Martha and I definitely wanted to prevent it at all costs. We had kissed... and we were sisters... according to Megan... That would sound terribly wrong.I climbed up the stairs and knocked at her door. The door was open. I walked in the room without waiting for an answer. It took time. In fact, I'm obsessed with it! Sometimes, all day, it's all I can think about...I've always had a fantasy about bathing in a huge tub full to the brim of fresh, hot, cum. The Cleopatra of Cum... feeling it oozing deep into my ass and my pussy..... soaking into the skin all over my naked body.... being able to cup it in my hands and pour it all through my hair and all over my face.... And I'd be able to eat as much as I like. Heck! Given enough time, I'd probably drink the whole tub full!.