"Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports cars."Tell...us about the kind of engine you like." Sabrina spoke softly, right next to his ear. "Is it a big engine, with lots of horse power?" She hung on to his right arm as if she'd blow away in the wind if she let go. She was anorexic enough to support that theory.Ursula wouldn't be beat. "If you bring the engine, I'll bring the leather for your seat.". I can feel your hardness through your dress slacks. I surpress a moan and huskily say, "Thank you Sir. I live to please you." You then wrap your arms around me and grab hold of my 36C breasts. Then you start to knead and massage them. My nipples harden under your touch. You can feel this through the thin material of the bra. You take them between your thumb and fore finger and twist them. This causes a small whimper of pain to escape my lips. You then brush aside my long black hair and start. " When," I asked cautiously."How about now?" she said, "I'm in the Transport museum, have you ever been here?" No," I said."OK," she chirped, "No big deal, hardly anyone ever comes here anyway. I'm sending you coordinates," she said, "Get here as quickly as you can."I guess sometimes I forget how big this ship really is, it took me nearly fifteen minutes to walk to the Transport museum. I really had nothing to do today anyway, other than some routine computer maintenance. I was probably going. Her hair was flowing. We sat on the sofa with some wine and chatted, she wanted to rearrange my living room, so she got up and started moving things around. When she bent over I could see her curvy ass and I was keen to see her thighs when she knelt down, the slit in her dress riding up occasionally. She caught me looking and I am sure she did it more often. When she had finished she cane and sat back down. We talked some more until we decided that it was time to say goodnight. She would use.