” She thought about it all. Cynthia’s his sister? I did it with his sister? She and I had…sex together, really? Did he and Cynthia…kiss and ha...e sex too? And then she thought about it all a little more. Is this all fucked up like it seems, she asked herself. Yes it was but how he felt her up, how he played and felt those tits of hers made her feel extra, extra special, and that was enough for her. “Max, do you really like my body even though I’m…I’m not as sexy looking as your uhhh sister?” He. About six months ago she asked me what I thought about a certain trainer at the gym name Brian. Brian stands about 6 foot and is lean and toned. He seemed like a nice enough guy, he had helped me on a few workout ideas since we joined and was certainly nice enough. But I could tell Amber felt differently. ****************** As our sex life seemed to have quickly cooled over the past few months, I couldn’t help but notice a new chipper side to Amber that I couldn’t explain. Once during a rare. For her. He tried to remember the last thing he had done just for himself, and nothing came to mind. He had no regrets. It was a dangerous game he was playing, a fool’s hand most likely. He risked it all with her. He felt alive for the first time since he could remember. Before her, he felt as if he were marking time until his death. Existing. Breathing. Sleeping. Working. For one moment with her, he would give everything, and anything. He would give up all of his tomorrows for just one kiss.. Getting bolder, I move my whole hand over the front of her panties. My thumb begins rubbing her clit as my fingers start moving up and down along the damp fabric, easing it between her swelling lips. She lets go of the bar over my head and her hand slips inside her coat. I hear a snapping sound and, suddenly, her panties fall away from her left leg. I lift my hand up a bit and the fabric that separated my flesh from hers, is no more. Another snap and the damp fabric falls into my lap. I grab.