” “Really?” I asked. “Let’s put it to the test. Get up!” I stood up in front of her and repeated, “Come on get up!” “Ok,” she gigg...ed while somewhat confused. “Ok, I’m a mugger. Defend yourself.” “What?” she giggled heartily. I threw myself at her and playfully grabbed her around the waist. I started to pull her across the room, the two of us in a constant fit of hysterics. She laughed so hard she didn’t have the strength to fight and instead dragged her feet. Suddenly, I lost my footing and. You met Kelly in year 12. She was in her second year of Uni. So, when you went, she was in her last year, it was an interesting situation to say the least. But you both made it work, and when you were 21, she 24, you married. I was the best man, she looked magnificent in her white dress. You, well, you were you. I can’t comment on you too much lest people get the wrong idea, haha. I remember when your son was born, my godson. The topic came up of what to name him. You simply said ‘Its Bradley. Should have a chair handier. He kissed her, tongue touching tongue, hands stroking back until they reached her sweet butt. Then he kissed a line down to her throat. He broke the kiss to watch himself remove the panties. Her mound was as sweet as her breasts were. The hair was bronze to the gold of her head. When the panties were pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them. She looked at him before she lay down. The expression was unreadable.Was she going to see him naked, now? Sex-ed was. I mean I like you guys a lot, but I want to get some pussy, too." Whoa, that's not what I want to hear from a guy who's going to ask my sister out." Yeah, I know. That's another problem with hanging out with you guys. I always feel I have to impress everyone with how tough I am. I wouldn't know what to do with a pussy if I had one. I'll take it easy and get to know her like you are. I kinda know her already so it shouldn't be too hard." You know, I just thought. She'd really like to go to a.