I smile slyly and slowly separate my knees. Your hand begins to rub my knee, my breath beginning to quicken. Your fingers begin to slide up my bare th...gh. I sit up a little and lean over towards you, slipping my left hand into your lap. Slowly chewing now on my right index fingertip, my other hand slowly reaches up your thigh. Your fingers are now under my skirt and you can feel the heat of my pussy even though your still an inch a way. My fingers touch your cock on the outside of your pants. Well, what did I know about Wes? He had to be as horny as I was. He probably wanted it just like I did but was all caught up in the morality stuff about brothers and sisters staying away from each other. If he only knew how many girls in school had the hots for their brothers, he'd be shocked.When we grew up, Wes was my protector. If I skinned my knee, he made a big production of putting on a bandage that would fall off within five minutes. But he would always kiss whatever it was better. There. Colleen had such good taste in clothes.She knows without opening it what the other suitcase contains. Sheopens her safe and adds it to its content. Looking at Randy'spasscodes, she thinks that she will handle that later.She liked this one. Sure it started a little rough. But like mosttomcats, once the balls are removed, everything leftover is smooth andsilky. Colleen had become so innocent and demure. She liked that in herlesbian lovers. And this one turned out better looking than the. "Good thing I brought my own coffee."We sat there for a while, contemplating the sunrise. "I had a dream about CJ last night." Going back to your old stomping grounds, Andy?" It's not like that, Kiki."She shrugged. "Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants." Are you jealous? You left me!" And you never let go of her!"I sighed. "You're right. I was a foolish kid. At least I finally learned to let go."She flushed. "Sorry. I usually have more self-control. You just bring it out in me." You know I.