”“Nah, she’s a bitch this week, she doesn’t deserve my company.”“My my, aren’t we the prissy little good girl today.” I looked at my s...ster as she studied my face then hers lit up with an idea. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” she said brightly.I was focused on the peaks at the end of her boobs and didn’t hear her “What?”“Truth or Dare, you know, where one of us challenges the other to tell a truth or give a dare.” “I know what it is but its more fun with players who aren’t your sister.” “Oh, come. This story is about a woman who used a very creative way to memorize the way her lover looked and felt when they were together last. The story goes something like this. She had spent the day doing little odd and end things in the house and remembering the events of the night before. She could remember the way he smelled and she could remember the way he looked in the candle light. She then sat down and just let her mind wonder. She goes back to the wonderful night before. She remembers back to. I’ll tell you what; I have another proposal for you. I don’t want you to get offended a simple no is all it will take and you can forget I ever asked. I’m very attracted to little white girls, especially ones with nice wide hips like yours. I won’t touch you, but what do you think of doing a little modeling for me? No nudes, just give me a few shots in your panties.” I’m sure most people would be disgusted, but I had done some lingerie modeling before. “Just a few pictures, and you’ll forget. So, retreating from that approach, she strode around his chair and shoved it forward. He almost toppled forward and the sudden glare he sent her way made her falter a moment, but it was still a small victory. She had breached his defenses. So, she merely grinned and walked back around the chair. Without thinking, she tugged at his shirt lapels, pulling him out of the chair. His confusion was warranted, she hardly even knew what she was doing at the moment. All she could contemplate at the.