Closing my eyes stretched out hands fouled behind my head relaxed ,I can feel my silent,rude but yet handsome trucker looking at me opening my eyes I ...ee the bluest eyes looking down at me biting my lip to keep from moaning he notices taking his hand sliding it down my stomach my leg and up the inside of my thigh spreading my legs slightly his hand grazing my pussy I gasp arching my back his hand continues to run it's course down my thigh up my leg my stomach cup my breast his thumb slides in. We both laughed at his expression. "I definitely want you playing with each other now!" I shook my head, but suddenly she had reached out and her small manicured hand had grabbed my dick hard and had begun to yank. I looked into her upturned face in shock and then she was kissing me hard, her tongue probing my mouth. After a moments hesitation I was kissing her back, then my hand was traveling down her body to reach for that hot, scenting pussy. She was so wet already and getting wetter as we. As they stood there alone in the darkness of the garage Joan and Megan looked at each other and the conversation ceased. Megan stepped toward Joan and touched her face lightly with her fingers then leaned toward her placing her soft lips against Joan’s. Joan accepted the advance without resistance. Megan pulled back and looked into Joan’s eyes briefly seeing what she hoped to see she took Joan’s face in both her hands and kissed her again this time more demandingly. Joan found herself. I suppose it's therapeutic in a way ... writing, I mean ... because you get to flesh out all those dark thoughts that everybody has at one time or another, but can't admit they have because then your drinking buddy would look at you and say things like "You want to do WHAT with your sister?!"Then it gets complicated when you try to brush over the error of admitting to your fantasy."Well, I don't actually HAVE a sister ... but if I DID have a sister, and she looked like Cindy, the secretary at.