Betty fiddled with the zipper on his slacks, lowering it. She slipped her hand into his fly, gripped his hardening cock, and squeezed.“You need to ...ake me someplace where I can suck your big cock,” Betty said as she stroked her brother.“Don’t you have to go home tonight?” Bob said.“No, I want to stay with you. I’ll text Judy and say you drank too much and didn’t want to drive me home,” Betty said.“Sure, make me the bad guy,” Bob said.“Why not? I fully intend to be your bad girl tonight,”. Thoroughly ashamed by what I'd done the night before, I'd avoided her all day long."No. Why would I be mad at you?"I was surprised that I managed to say it without stuttering or my voice cracking."I don't know. You act like you are." I'm just not in a good mood," I mumbled, still afraid to face her."Can I come in?"I shrugged, keeping my eyes fixed on the computer and the mouse moving, though I had no real idea what I was doing.Sunny sat down on the bed where I could see her in my peripheral. Usually by the time she and Ann got together with Sam, they'd all been out dancing and drinking a bit and there were no inhibitions to hold them back. Sharon liked that; it allowed her to do things that she might normally be a bit reserved in doing and they had enjoyed some very sexy evenings with Ann as a result.This night they had come back from being at a local country/western dance bar and Ann made no bones about the fact that she was super-horny and wanted Sam to fuck her. They got in the. She felt like such a dork! She had never seen eyes like his, or ever had anyone look at her like that before. She had to catch her breath!After the test drive, he could tell Susan wanted the car. Al felt a little jealous when he saw Danielle caress the car’s fender as she walked away from it. In his office, Susan tried very hard to flirt with him in a way her daughter wouldn’t notice. Danielle did notice and watched her mother with great interest. Al didn’t bite and kindly rebuffed Susan. Al.