She spoke anyway. "I've seen the way you look at me."Giles gave a soft laugh, casting his glance to the floor and reaching for his glasses. "Yes, yes....I'm quite aware," he looked up again after he'd cleaned them on his shirt.She thought he'd have more to say. She almost wanted him to lead the conversation, to take control of the situation. Oh. There was more understanding contained within that thought. She hadn't just come to like the way he made her feel, but the idea that he could take. Was it a bit closer, a bit more exposed? It was hard to tell...Don swore to himself he wouldn't give this bastard any more of his attention. He was either a total slob, or some sort of pervert. Don didn't care, and he certainly didn't want to have anything to do with this big dicked asshole, whatever his motives. And he wasn't going to look in his direction any more. No more! No more lasted maybe three minutes, at most. Don didn't even think this time, he just took advantage of a lull in his. Then with my right hand, I slipped the straps to my bra off of my shoulders. Then my left hand slowly pulled my bra away from the front of me, exposing my bare breasts to my brother. As I dropped my bra to the carpet, I turned around and I paused for a moment with my back towards my brother.Now, I was starting to get horny doing this striptease. My pussy started twitching, I hadn't had sex in a long while thanks to our husband pulling his growing. And various other obstacles preventing me from. Leaving Duke to his appetite, I escaped to the living room for a relaxing morning to myself. Stretching out on the sofa with a stack of new magazines, I began thumbing thru the latest edition of "Peoples" magazine.It wasn't long before Duke came strolling in, glancing around as if to say; where the hell am I... and who is this new chick that's feeding me.Apparently Duke wasn't thinking that at all. Strolling over to the couch, he proceeded to put his cold nose on my leg. I kicked a him to shoo.