..and start at up at your hip bone...and lick a trail all the way down the inside of your thigh. Yourre bucking up at me, trying to move your pussy to...your mouth...so ready for me to get there already!!! As you lift up a little, I slide my hands down underneath you and cup your firm, round ass cheek again with both hands. Then I lean in...closer and closer...to where you can feel me breathing on you. I purse my lips and lean in, gently pressing them against you. You can feel my lips press. How about we sit and talk?" Mmm..."Brian carried the empty mugs to his kitchen. Then he sat on the sofa.Debra sat on his lap. He stroked her cheek, kissed her lips and then lifted her glasses from her. "I love your eyes ... even if they do their little dance for me." He stroked her cheek again. "I love your broad forehead..." My egg head?" It makes you look intelligent. I like intelligent girls. And, I love your skin ... and your hair..." You seem to love the things about me that I don't. How could he be? Jim was dead. In that brief moment, she had fully expected to see him slouched across the settee in his boxers. It was a shock that he wasn't and then a deeper shock when she remembered why he couldn't be.She picked up the remote and pressed the power switch and wondered how the set had come on without her pressing buttons. Perhaps it had a timer or switched on when certain programs were scheduled. The screen went black and reflected her dim outline. Suddenly, the silence of. I was having none of this, one thing I know - I can't drink for shit! Even my sisters drink me under the table! The Oldies made their move saying they had better get to bed as they had a early wake up call (why can't they just say their tired?). This was my chance, "I'm off to bed too I've got a mean headache" I say. My oldest sister Amanda looks at me and laughs, "yea yea yea we heard that excuse before you pussy!"James winks at me giving that "it's cool bro" look.I get to my room strip off.