After they finished as usual they came in for a drink and as usual without their shirts.As we sat and talked, I was drooling. Then the conversation be...ame sexual.I hoped this would spark something.It sure did.I got up to go to the kitchen and I could feel there eyes on me.Seconds after I entered the kitchen I felt something touch my bare shoulder.When I turned the two were standing very close to me towering over me in a menacing way.Jack spoke saying " you have been teasing us since we started. O., to go into that kind of chat without some gratification in mind, but that’s where we ended up going anyway. I got to know her smile, her laugh, her wit, and by the time I realized how wrong I was about her sexual designs where I was concerned, it was pretty much too late. The problem with Jess was, it was so easy , so right with her. Talking with her was effortless, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was understood exactly as I was. Oh, there were rough spots, don’t get me. "I'm sick of the way he's ogling me," she said. And then she did something she'd done before when we'd been at a party and she had taken a dislike to the political views the hostess had been spouting: she pissed on the sofa. Without anyone knowing, without bothering to take off her jeans, she just sat there and pissed, seemingly indifferent to the fact that she was pissing through her own clothing, certainly indifferent to the mess she was leaving behind her.It was these incidents, along with. He walked slowly across the room until he was behind her at the mirror. "Let me" he said. She closed her eyes, sighed, and shuddered. She loved it when he brushed her hair. He took the brush from her limp hand and began to run it through her hair. He knew she had been at it for some time, her hair was like silk.He brushed for several minutes as she sat with her eyes closed and shivered occasionally. She opened her eyes and they met his in the mirror. His grin had grown wider. "What?" she asked,.