I had Lisa step back a half step, as I slowly brought my hands to her melons. It almost seemed unreal, as I watched her skin pebble at my gentle touch... and her nipples harden between my fingers. "How do they feel?" My beautiful sister asked with a sparkle in her eyes.In answer, I slid my hands to her back, pulling her towards me, as I bent and brought her left breast to my waiting mouth.Mom stood up from the wonderful blowjob she'd been giving me, and I let my hand drift down to Lisa's shaved. But we couldn't swing it. We won two of three and had to go back to Chicago for Game 6 and (if necessary) Game 7. We were leading the series, 3 games to 2, and we damned well were determined that a Game 7 should not be "necessary."It wasn't. Shiggie Nomura shut Chicago down in front of a raucous crowd of White Sox faithful, long-starved for a post-season success story for the Southside. (Maybe not as long-starved as the Cubbie fans on the Northside, but long enough.)We didn't feel sorry for the. A sharp intake of breath indicated my surprise. His smile widened! Was it at the pleasure I was deriving from this almost perverse act? Or was it a smile of triumph that he had conquered me without so much as a mild protest? At this point, I didn’t care. I just wanted his fingers to bring me to a needed release. His fingers were effortlessly sliding in and out, in and out, almost in sync with the music from the rails and wheels. My hips were rolling in tune with his fingers as my need. The boy looked to be a couple of years younger but hewas a little taller, blonde and wore what appeared tobe a cowboy shirt and tan corduroys. He was leaningover her kissing the girl’s face and his left handpawing what looked to be a very nice little titty. “Oh… isn’t that cute. Budding young lust!” Very content to just watch this little bit offorbidden groping Dave lay down flat on his stomachwith his chin on his crossed forearms. He remainedabsolutely silent even.