So lovely.”I blushed at his compliment, but turned my head to the side, “No.”He smiled, “So pretty and you don’t even know it. See that’s ...ause out there the world is full of liars. But you don’t have to trust me, I can prove it to you.” I quirked a brow at him.He reached down to his crotch and my eyes fixated on it. His thing was definitely hard, straining on his pants to get out like a bag dog on a leash. He worked his belt, uh oh. This wasn’t on the schedule, but again, hypnotized, I stared. Mild flirting had quickly turned to hot passion and we had been instant messaging for most of every day since then. I felt like he had worked some kind of Haitian voodoo on me, possibly involving the sacrifice of live chickens but most assuredly considerable chanting and naked dancing. It seemed that no matter what I was doing at any given moment, no matter where I was, he was on my mind.I've heard it said that men think about sex every four minutes.I had that beat by a mile. Every time he. Now as they moved, they quickly unhooked the bras, but didn’t throw them away, instead, as they danced, they would give me only short peeks of the skin beneath the bra, skin that seemed to glow bright white against their magnificent tans. Their long hair added to the performance, somehow falling over an exposed breast after I got only the slightest glimpse of white skin and the briefest hint of a bright pink areola and nipple. They’d then toss back the hair, but suddenly the loose bra covered. For some reason, she suddenly struck me not as a sister but one hell of a sexy lady.She stands right at five feet four inches tall with long red hair and green eyes. My sister has a slender waist that is in the middle of a perfect hour glass topped by 36C titties. I had always known that she had no problem attracting guys but now a flash was going through my head and I found myself to be just one of the guys.I tried to shake these thoughts out of my head as I climbed the steps. As I reached the.