"This is none of your concern Jimmy. Mind your own business." This is my business. Larry can't do his job if his butt is always bruised and hurting. M...ybe you need to see what it feels like." With that I pulled Inga to an armchair, pushing her over the back of it.When Larry had left the room it was obvious by his swaying large, soft prick that he got no enjoyment from his sister spanking him but Inga on the other hand did, as the wet spot on the crotch of her shorts attested to. Roughly I. I walked up to the window as he asked for directions to a place in town I happened to know, and as I stood pointing and looking in the direction I was pointing to, he took his cock out and started to wank himself.When I saw it, I froze and realized as I looked around to see I was on my own, 'It's OK', he said, 'it feels nice', his casualness and easy manner threw me, I knew what he was doing was wrong, but I had seen it before, and besides, I was curious, so felt no fear or the need to run away. She turned her head to look at him and they smiled softly at each other as they took a few slow, deep breaths. He asked, "Where did you go for a few minutes? What took your mind away from us?"She lowered her eyes for a few seconds. What should I tell you? "I was trying to erase an old memory, but it didn't work. I didn't want it to interfere with us, but I realized that it couldn't unless I let it. I promise I won't let that happen again."He asked her softly, "Is it a bad memory?" You were. I guess it all depended on howhe took it. At that moment, I could not bare to see his face. That wasFriday.Today was Monday. I did not see him on the ride into work. Even though Iwas embarrassed by what we did on Friday I was still a littledisappointed not to see him Monday morning. All throughout the day Ikeep thinking about him, about how his fingers felt as they slicked inand out of my juicy channel. His fingers felt like magic as circledaround my clit. Even the feel of his other hand has he.