" I won't tell. I promise. Please let me touch it."I have to admit that I was beginning to enjoy the situation. I reasoned that I had not planned this... and that my sister was taking the initiative. Therefore, I was not guilty of sexual abuse. (If she was guilty, I did not mind, really.) Moreover, she was my sister. I did love her. I did not like to displease her. As the baby of the family she was somewhat spoiled. I feared her bad moods. I also feared that if I did not grant her request, she. He held me tight and put his hands on my but pulling me into him. I could feel his cock and I was ready for him to take me some where right then but instead he took me to his table and introduced me to his friends. There we’re two of them. They must have been basketball players because they were all very tall. I set down with them had another drink I was feeling really good and Don the guy I danced with pull his chair close to mind and put his hand on my knee. He started rubbing my leg and I. The days until her next lesson seemed to drag interminably and I eagerly looked forward to our next lesson with more than a little trepidation and, I freely admit, I masturbated several times whilst developing what she had done into an elaborate, erotic fantasy. It had been a long week with me focusing, surreptitiously, on the breasts of every young woman I had in the car, and comparing them to Lucy. When Thursday evening finally came around, I drove to Lucy's apartment with all the nervous. He dried off his hands in a white towel, then yawned again. ‘Wow I’m tired, I’m going to take another shower. Why don’t you go see what’s on TV or something, or you can mess around on my computer, just don’t do anything crazy, I don’t want to spend my weekend fixing it.’ He took off his shirt and headed to the bathroom. He flipped on the light, shut the door, and removed his pants, underwear and socks. He stared at himself in the mirror, flexing, looking at his face, and admiring his own body..