I offered her my arm as walked towards the house. Though we were early, the closer parking was already taken. Laughter drifted around from the terrace...in the rear."Remember, don't let me drink too much." Her expression was half serious.Shelly has almost no capacity for drinking - even a glass of wine turns her giddy; it also tends to make her very, very, horny. More than two, though, and she gets sleepy, almost comatose.I laughed at her. "One or two, no more. I have plans for you, my dear." She. Sam, Dal, and Eli stood on the porch beside Gladys’ wheelchair as they admired the colors and the beauty of The Maker’s artistry.“Mary always loved to see a rainbow when she was a little girl. She said she wished she could climb upon one and swing from it like a tree limb. I reckon she’s up there now, just swinging high and singing her little songs,” Gladys said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.Before bedtime, Gladys Connor asked Eli to come with her to her bedroom, she needed to talk to. She didn’t reply, she just put out a hand and pushed me against the tile wall and pinned me there. I gasped as I felt her tiny tits push against mine, our matching brown nipples wrestling with one another.“Mel stop, we are sisters, this is wrong,” I said firmly as she moved into kiss me.I told myself to turn my face away, and then suddenly I let myself go. She moved in closer, her lips were all over mine, my back against the wall she thrust a leg between my thighs and began rubbing her firm. "The last train for L.A. left three hours ago and Godot phoned in hisregrets. If you were waiting for either one, don't."I smirked at the flower dangling in my immediate vision, thinking: LAME,lame, lame-lame-lame."Very funny," I responded softly, lifting my gaze to the source of theobvious pick-up line. "You are a regular com... ediannnn...."Since beginning my new job, working around all those buff bodies haddriven me to distraction. Their constant come-on's only made mattersworse. I had.