" "I'll put in three more dollars. Six should last us a while?" "Guess that depends on how much we like doing it together!" Brandon went to...the rest room while his sister looked thru the store. He felt awkward using the machine so he'd wait until he was alone then buy one or two before the next guy came in. Brittany purchased their drinks then waited impatiently by the men's room door. The thin white t-shirt she wore clung to the wet bikini in a way that revealed her firm nipples,. Might want to put that shirt back on. I know I put out a lot of heat sometimes, but no point in you not being comfortable.”On went her shirt, and she snuggled into me. Soon she finally relaxed. Not long after, she shifted around again, so I let my hand move down and slid it under her shirt. I idly rubbed her stomach as we watched the rest of the movie. Occasionally, I pushed my fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties. That didn’t mean I got near the top of. A chair went flying across the room, followed by an orange streak as Buddha ran from the room. A vase followed, shattering in a burst of colored glass as it crashed against the wall. Papers flew as he pushed mail and dishes off the breakfast bar, a lamp crashed against the refrigerator, shards of pottery raining down onto the kitchen linoleum. He stood, chest heaving, his eyes tracking the room and taking in the damage he had caused as rage flared through his system. He forced himself to be. That last hurdle was so difficult to surmount. It was as if the finish line would be in sight, almost within reach, when something then hauled him back at the critical moment, like in a bad dream where your legs suddenly won’t work. They become heavy and slow and an unseen hand pulls you back, tantalisingly holding you just out of reach of the Holy Grail.A couple of times he nearly made it, but that final effort, that final erotic image that would have helped him cross the sacred line, always.