Jeannie would run her hand over my cock. The next time Jane had her hand on my thigh, Jeannie took it and move it over my cock smiling at her, thus gi...ing Jane permission to play.Jane stood up and announced she was going to explore the house. Jeannie told the two girls not to follow by a simple hand jester. I stood and followed Jane. I caught up to her in the master bedroom. She was facing the bed, her back to me. She was naked already from the waist down and pulling off her bra. I moved to be. " Damn! There I went lyingagain."I know," she said. "And please believe me when I say that I trust you Lee.But I can't help my concerns. What if she seduces you? What if you can'tresist her guile?"I tried to laugh her off. "Listen to me hon - I can resist her. I'm aprofessional. Plus, I love you madly and wouldn't do anything to hurt you.I promise. Alright?" Okay. But I have an idea that would make me feel a lot better, if you'd bewilling to do it. Would you?" she asked sweetly."Debbie," I. Then, even though I knew it was a further mistake to be apologetic, I did it anyway, “I guess I didn’t use the best judgment.”To my surprise, she smiled and pinched my cheek, then she put her arms on my shoulders and kissed me. “It’s okay, really, I know what a horny young guy you are.”“And you’re a horny young girl.”“Yes, but this railroad station thing didn’t do it for me.”She reached down in the weedy grass to retrieve her underpants, then she put them in her purse. “Just to prove how cool I. Ifthe "past me" has changed... I asked him, "Dad, who's the President?"If he had recovered from the new look I was sporting, my random questionthrew him off again as he seemed a bit flustered when he responded,"Wha... You-you know we can't say his name in this house!" I smiled abit as I remembered how mad my Mom had gotten during the last electionand the entire family decided never to mention politics in the houseagain. I'd have to do a lot more research, but it seems like the bigthings in.