You are like a brother to me”Ooops? Had I heard her right?“Like a brother?” My hardening Lund started reversing action.She giggled “Like, but ...OT my brother yaar” Her eyes looked at my groin, the tenting in my shalwar front now at a 90 degree angle.“Glad to see you don’t think I am your sister” She said reaching to stroke it.Well, that was all it took She was obviously willing to do stuff even if only a little fondling and squeezing.I put my hand on the top of her thigh and stroked her butt as. We kept on kissing, my hands roaming, holding her in place, her hands cupping the back of my head, just to let me know that she wasn’t trying to escape my kisses because she was landing some of her own.Down below? Enough movement to make me hard enough to cut diamonds. She HAD to feel it. My hands moved down her back, landed just below the waist of her jeans. She looked at me with a very mischievous grin, kissed me on the nose and jumped off.“We need to pack up,” she smirked.“You DO know how to. " Son? What if it's a girl?" Don't call our son 'it', our child is a boy." With that she nudged her elbow hard into my ribcage.I never argued again and I always held back. I never initiated sex with Anita but waited until she wanted to play, which surprisingly, she did more often than she had in the past.Anita convinced her company that she was going to be a full time mother and gave them months of notice of her intentions.Anita and I finally returned to New York with our son, Paul Richard, and. Mr. Johnson’s wife is out of town for a few days visiting her family, and he said that he’d forget about the accident if you made him a home cooked dinner tonight. He’s tired of eating out, and the wreck caused his dinner to fly out of the passenger seat and land all over the floor of the car.” Cook dinner. That didn’t sound too bad. I could do that.When we got home I went to the kitchen. Dad said Tom would be over in an hour, so I had to figure out what to make. While I was pulling out the.