Sharon made a non-committal face, then told me to put it on. "No, not over your dress shirt. Idiot. Take that thing off and put your stupid knit shirt...back on first. God."I turned my back on her and complied. Turning back around, she frowned. "Well, put on the jeans, and a pair of white socks, and you might be okay. Oh, and brush your hair and your teeth before anyone gets here!"And with that, she stalked out.My darling sister's eighteenth birthday party started at eight that night. It was her. He called her at midnight? Good lord what time must it be now? I wondered. I looked down at my mobile and saw that it was already 2:34 AM. No wonder I fell asleep. "Well if my mother said it was alright then I suppose it does make sense for me to just stay," I told him as he handed me a glass. We both sat down opposite each other at the breakfast table our glasses of scotch in front of us and the bottle in the middle. The lights were on, but dimmed and it was hard to completely make out all the. When we would get caught in a traffic jam, I could see guys and girls reach under her skirt to rub her pussy and ass. Sometimes she would stop, stand with her legs slightly open, and give them time play with her goodies. She would look back at them and smile before moving on. At least three ladies went so far as to reach inside of her top to feel her tits. My baby loved the attention she was getting. When we walked past the crowds of people on the balcony, they would beg her to show her tits.. ”“Wouldn’t it be better if the relationship we had was to become friends? Wouldn’t we then be able to freely assess our possibilities without the urgency that you are feeling now?”“Liam, you ass. Do you know how much courage it took to call you up and suggest something? And you respond in a perfectly reasonable way. It’s very frustrating for a girl. Yes. Of course, it would be better to become friends and see what happened next. I just...”“It sounds like you have something else bothering you..