”Kitty did as she was told and spread her legs further apart, sliding her fingers down further, letting the index finger slide between the lips of h...r pussy. Finding it slightly dry as yet she brought her fingers to her lips to wet them. She could smell her scent on them as she slid them into her mouth and had to smile as her heard a very soft groan from Thumper beside her.Kitty was still feeling humiliated being forced to perform in front of people she did not know, but found she was being. "Such odd behavior," he commented, "for two men whoused to be such good friends."Now how had he known that?"And what would you have accomplished had you killed him, Mr. Blaine?" I..." I suddenly realized I had no answer for the question. The thoughtof killing Andre had long since taken on a life of its own. I hadimagined killing him in a variety of ways in a number of settings, but Ireally had given little thought to what I would accomplish by the act.Would it have brought Barbara back? Of. . and reached down to begin undoing the shorts she was wearing.Maybe it was the wine. Though I think it was that and a combination of things that gave me the courage to do what I now did. Aroused yes, beyond words. The aspect that I was doing something that seemed borderline depraved ... added to that. The excitement of it perhaps, getting away with something that no one, would ever believe should it ever come out. But as I pulled Sharon's shorts down her legs, I found myself bent at the knee,. ”“A few days after you were here for Thanksgiving break, I had a dream.”“And?” I urged, when she paused for longer than my patience could handle. For some reason my heart was beating rather fast.“And for a couple of days I wondered ... what it would be like. Even though I knew it couldn’t work.”“What do you mean, couldn’t work?”“You’re her brother,” she said simply. “Or half-brother, but you know what I mean. I had no idea, of course, that it could ever be something. Still, I went to this place.