She reaches down, wrapping her hand around the shaft and starts slowly pumping it.“You are really hoping to fuck her again, aren’t you?” she ask..., seemingly able to read his mind.“I don’t know. I haven’t quite decided,” he answers.Still stroking, she feints shock. “Oh, so it wasn’t that good then?”“Oh, I don’t know. I mean she was tight and new—virgin new,” he says, trying to suppress the chuckle coming up in response to her giggle.“I know you all too well, Justin,” his sister says accusingly.. "Well, would dinner be okay with you? We could talk there, andthen go home after that if you wanted." He grinned. "If not, it'sokay, but I'm kind of starved and I'd like to eat something soon." I allowed as to how it would be okay, and he turned, letting thecop through, then turned around again. I asked him, "Just let me think for a while, though, okay?" Henodded, and turned up the stereo a notch. I thought furiously for a while. From what he said, and what I could figure. The comparison was too laughable to exist. He felt foolish and decided it would be better not to give it to her at all.He’d felt like a confused fool standing in the shop while his brain tried to distinguish aromas out of the cloying stew of soaps, lotions and perfumes. The woman who tried to help him had reeked of a sweetness that made him dizzy and a little bit sick. It might have been nice if they’d been out somewhere else in the usual stench of the world.He didn’t know how to explain what. She looked stunning as she stretched to take off her top and all three of the guys couldn’t resist staring. John grabbed some beers from the cooler and handed them out, then they all ran to the lake a jumped in. The water was cool and refreshing, a welcome treat for them all. About an hour passed by with some splashing and joking. One of the guys would regularly get out and retrieve more beers. The splashing calmed down and the beers kicked in. John was holding Emma around the waist and was.