“Please say it for me?” I pleaded.“Pen and Ink, the boy I’m in love with, in a tuxedo?” she said with a tear dropping from her left eye.Her ...icture went blank as a new one started. I took her in my arms and started kissing my sister. We separated, and we both thought that I looked pretty good in a tuxedo.“Oh, Steven – I’m ... so happy that you finally know!”“Ever since you were fifteen or sixteen, I knew you were the only girl I cared about – what do you suppose we do about this – tell. I myself am 64 with an athletic build, 230 lbs, and in my 40s. One night she wore a very loose fitting halter top that allowed her tits to keep popping out, along with a school girl skirt that showed the bottom of her ass as we walked on Bourbon Street. Sometimes I would let her walk in front of me so I could watch the guys and girls expressions when she walked by. When we would get caught in a traffic jam, I could see guys and girls reach under her skirt to rub her pussy and ass. Sometimes. "Thank you," I said quietly, looking them all in the eye. My surrogate family, for the most part, as well as my teachers, judges and saints."That doesn't mean you can do this again and get away with it," Aunt Gene warned. "Next time, it'll be time to redecorate the store."I shuddered. What usually happened was a floorboard to ceiling scrub down, every nook and cranny cleaned and readied for new paint or wallpaper, the floors stripped and re-waxed and everything moved elsewhere. And that was. "She tried to rub her own shoulder and winced."Here, let me," I said, standing behind her.I started to massage her shoulders, gently at first, then a little bit harder. She smelled amazing. I could feel her bra strap under her top and my cock threatened to burst out."Mmmm, oh that feels good. You're in the wrong line of work!"I laughed, only half listening to what she was saying. I worked my way down to the middle to her back and leant in to kiss the back of her neck.She didn't stop me.My heart.