She wore a very short skirt.)M: Wow! That’s awesome.. and sexy!S: Hmmm. You are my friend, so you can say whatever.M: But you look stunning in this....She then shared more pics of her in a backless swimsuit.)S: These are the benefits of keeping fit.M: Stella, these are stunning pics. You look so hot. Keep it up!That moment I got a hard-on. I dunno why, but those pics, that too Stella sharing with me had an effect and I was mesmerized. I had a plan to visit my hometown the following month and told. He brought his free hand to my knee and then gently, tentatively beganto caress my nylon-covered thigh. As he did so, he moved his face intomy neck and began to nuzzle me gently.Although his voice was muffled, I heard him say: "I suppose you thinkthis is weird. But I've been so lonely since my wife left ... My friendssay I should marry again, but, you see, I'm just not interested in womenmy own age. I've always had a thing for younger girls and, you know ...ladyboys ..." I could feel him. I bite my tongue and pull my hand away, to unbutton these stupid jeans and open them wider...my hand slips back inside my panties as I watch Ella kissing her way up the had chest, her hand still around that hard shaft. Her boobs hang free and I lick my lips imagining not for the first time how wonderful her skin must taste.I watch from my hiding place, my fingers skipping across my clit inside my panties as Ella kisses her new boy, their lips smashed together until he grabs her, his muscles. And prime time really isn’t any better. It’s one rehash after another, whether it’s about crime, or ‘relationships’ or what’s laughingly (ironically) called situation comedy. Even the news programs talk about nothing but losers. Who wants to hear about winners? Nobody.And that, it turns out, is what made my whole life come undone.I couldn’t resist going to that damn address. It wasn’t the money. I didn’t need the money. I was now sponging off my sister completely.It wasn’t to meet women. I got.