Did she want her brother? Obviously, some part of her did; enough at least to surrender the top of her robe without a fight. The question was, did tha... part of her want Tommy badly enough to have sex with him? To her dismay, the answer offered up by her subconscious--if the shiver down her spine was any indication--was yes."This thing's a pain in the ass," Tommy said, slapping the hump of material at her waist. "Why don't you take it off?"There it is, she thought. Now what?"Why? You haven't. When I let her go out of my arms, it sadden me a little because I wanted to take it further but I didn’t, so I just let her go and watched as she ran away towards her room all excited. As she ran, her gown came up on her legs and I almost saw her little butt as it giggled its way into her room, leaving me breathless and wondering just where this was headed.The next week was filled with our preparation for our flight up to Anchorage. We had to purchase some warmer clothing since it was early. I wonder if the man is going to wank over me too.”As I reach the climax of my story, I stop to compose myself, because the constant friction on my pussy is killing me. Looking down at Skipper’s prick again makes me bite down on my bottom lip. I need to be fucked, hard, feelings that I don’t remember having with such ferocity since I was a younger woman. Wondering how long I can keep up with this assault on my senses, I finish the story.“The man is still grinning as he kneels down between my. As I stepped into the train, I could feel eyes on me. Men of all ages were looking at me, or more correctly, at my breasts. My blouse that was only buttoned up to just above my breasts shows my cleavage clearly. I was secretly glad that I'm attracting some attention on the other halves of the planet.The train was packed and I had to stand. I could hardly reach the bar above for balance and was glad that there are people in front and behind me to stop me from falling over. Being so short, I.