" Ah, a real gentleman." So?" So what?" So, do you want me to touch you?" Oh me. I shouldn't be saying this, but do it slowly. There's just enough lig...t. I want to watch your hands. I'm just testing my theory of clinical sex with the emotion removed." I understand." No you don't. You just want to touch my boobs. I don't understand what I just said myself." Ok, watch my hand." Slowly, slowly you're almost to them... Ohh, that feels good." Damn, your nipples are hard." Yes." More?" No, stop.". I bucked a lot of hay and picked strawberries and garlic so I had some cash saved up. Emma had no idea what I was planning because I wouldn't tell her. All I would say is take care of what you will wear and I will take care of everything else.When the day finally arrived, it was a Saturday. I hadn't seen Em all day which is how I purposely planned it. I wanted to build up the anticipation such as the tradition with the groom seeing his bride on her wedding day. I said it was going to be special. Whenever I think of my God given gifts, my inherited attributes, and my inherent qualities, those thoughts of self-realization, albeit somewhat self-centered, helps me get through my not so chirper days. Stopping to smell the roses in appreciation of all that I have to be thankful for, the bottom line is that I like myself. I do. I really do. Once I got to know my shortcomings and how to deal with them, and once I got to know my strengths and how to use them to my advantage, I’m not such a bad. .. but why me?" I asked still thinking she wasn't being serious."Well, she likes you and she now realises she has from the beginning, and she saw that you are a good lover," Cindy said with a little wink and smile. "She really wants her first time to be pleasurable and I agree." But.. .but doesn't that bother you?" I asked incredulously."No, this between you and me is just sex, you know that don’t you?” She said, looking into my eyes to make sure we were on the same plane. “I love my sister.