Without further ado he leapt upon the hen’s back, grabbed her by the back of the neck and carried out his business.“Is he fucking her?”“Umm ..... yes, I suppose you could put it like that, but the polite term is ‘treading’” I said, somewhat embarrassed.“Would you like to tread me?” she giggled.“Pardon?”“Fuck,” she said. “Would you like to fuck me?”Now, had I been a more worldly sort, less of a nerd if you will, and certainly with more experience of females, then maybe I’d have had an answer,. She giggled as I swept her off her feet and deposited her outside next to Charlie."Shirley, we'll get you a raspberry tart," I called out, just for something to say as I closed the door behind me.What just happened? Things were changing before my eyes. I had been able to shrug off Angie's attempt to start an argument, Charlie had danced with Tammy at the party and Shirley probably thought I was crazy. Did she even like raspberry tarts? This was something else I didn't know about her. I couldn't. Jennifer asked if I wanted to come over to her place. I agreed, thinking that it would be entertaining, seeing her in that jealous state. Once we arrived at Jennifer’s apartment, she got her blender out and made margaritas for us. Actually, she soon had me drunk and stoned, all part of her scheme. I actually realized what she was doing but I was all too happy to let her carry through with it.Soon Jennifer was kissing on me, while we sat on her sofa. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed and licked. We had reconnected, and although I knew that I had a lot of work to do towards earning my sister’s complete trust back, I was stoked that we’d made up. She’d been one hundred percent right after all. I seriously needed to start thinking before I acted; otherwise, I’d end up in the slammer for sure.I brushed back an errant strand of hair from Amber’s forehead—our reconnection had been exquisite last night. I could still picture myself slowly pushing in and out of her sweet pussy while staring.