Another three inches to the right and she’d have had a handful of my straining cock. She saw the concern on my face and withdrew her hand. `Sorry,�... she said slyly, not fooling anyone.We’d won a bottle of champagne for guessing the murderer and were merry on its contents. Marjorie had less capacity for drink than her friend and leaned on my shoulder when she spoke so I could hear her above the noise of the conversation. She had that delightful look of a woman who’d had just enough alcohol to. " What? But it's the biggest party of the year." I know." Bobby could hear the dejection in his sister's voice but knowing her he knew that she was also more than a little pissed off."He'll be back for Saturday? Valentines Day? Flowers and roses and chocolates and sex?" Katie probed."He's gone all weekend. Some man thing with his dad and brothers. They're out killing little animals." How gross. God, what an asshole... oh gosh Ginny, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Fuck him," Ginny cursed,. He saw them ... smelled them ... talked to them. His attraction to them bothered him so much he had to find time and places to disappear to so he could masturbate.Basically this new kind of super-slow episode just went on and on as he tried to decide what to do.Finally, in what a psychiatrist might have classified as regression, he went back to patrolling the forest again. He felt that, if given the time to be alone and think about things, he might finally be able to decide what to do. Because. Was it just because they had been having sex? Was it just because she had that most desirable jewel between her legs?These were only fleeting thoughts in Nathan's mind as he looked through the boxes for something she would really like. Yes, he was truly looking for something she would like and not what he would like. He wondered if she had been someone else, would he have felt the same way. He even went so far as to wonder if she had been his mother in the same circumstances, would he be acting.