Are you?...umm...gay?" Bi actually" oh, does Xira know?" of course not, are you crazy?" we can talk when I'm dressed" no need" he said once again ...nd kissed me, this time there was more emotion. The kiss lasted longer than expected, I felt my stomach do flips. I'm acting like a child. He's my sister's husband and I'm with Mat. He pushed me against the counter and I felt his hand caress down my back. I was so thin compared to him. He was tall and husky, almost intimidating. His tongue slid. I then ran my left arm from her shoulder up and down her arm, before dropping it onto her. As we broke the kiss she looked at me lustfully, ‘damn you’re good.’ She said as she grabbed me and leaned sideways into a laying position on the couch, pulling me down behind her into a kind of spooning position. I leaned down and kissed her again, letting my right hand wander across her stomach and side. My left was pinned under her and I slowly worked it out while we kissed. By the time I got my left. He though she was the most ‘people wise’ person he had ever met.”“He was really friends with Ann Randal? I find that so hard to believe.”“I used to be so jealous of her. She is so smart, attractive, and ... well ... she’s a really nice person. I always felt intimidated by her.”“She’s definitely a great writer. I remember reading her series, ‘Revolution in the Tranton System,’ when I was in college. Everyone was talking about those books.”“I’m impressed,” Peter said.He was standing in the middle. I know my Dads friend was ages with him, but he excited me and I wanted to excite him in the same way, so I brazenly paraded myself without shame, handing Dad his beer, with the sunlight cascading though my T-shirt, revealing my total nudity to him, something Dad could not see as he sat to the side of where I stood.‘Are you still in school Mariel’, he asked me, as I handed him his beer, ‘Sure’, I replied, hoping he had a thing about schoolgirls, something we schoolgirls imagined older men had.