He pulled her closer, hands still in her back pockets, then slid one under her shirt, up the soft skin of her back, discovering no bra strap under her...baggy sweatshirt.He groaned and kissed her harder, sliding the other hand under her shirt to adore the silkiness of her.She tugged at his sweater wanting to touch his skin too, but he was sitting on the tails.He stood up and she pulled the sweater over his head, barely breaking the lip lock, then dropped it in the floor."Hey my swe ... mmmrf. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other k**s we knew. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk – the best thing I know to help induce sl**p. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom’s voice mixed with Margie’s coming from the basement. They weren’t talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn’t believe it. I reached the bottom. It was a big deal rich people old money and formal dress. As we walked around talking I spot the sister in law and her very rich husband I point her out to Kat and we both keep a eye on her, it seems she was working the event selling tickets for the big give aways as the night wears on I notice her go into this room for a few mentues the come out with more tickets so the next time she went inside I pushed my way in too. I asked do you remember me? she says yes your the man my bothers slut was. After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality only about ten seconds, she released me and stepped back.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“You just surprised me, that’s all,” I said.She stepped forward again and held her arms out. This time I hugged her gently, trying to avoid too much body contact. I felt her nipples harden as her small breasts lightly brushed my chest and knew I had to put an end to it. I dropped my arms, and thankfully, Ailea did the same, but not before kissing me on the.