I was driving the scooter slow and talking, chatting,laughing and teasing . Now she was in mood and happy. I was feeling her boobs touch during drivin.... I was feeling her touch good. Her boobs are really big and soft.We took lunch around 130 and brought some snacks and drinks. I was feeling her boobs pressed with my back. Now the road was little rough . I was driving the scooter slow even she was getting jerks. Her body was touching me often and I feel the softness of her boobs. Of course i was. Thankfully she was not too skinny, despite her Korean heritage. This was a pleasant surprise. You see I had never really been especially attracted to Asian girls. I know a lot of white guys have an Asian fetish, but I never understood why. There were many Asian communities in Orange County where I grew up, so there were many Asian girls around. Some were cute I guess. But I always dated the blonde cheerleader types in high school, and then the brainy art majors in college. Asian girls always. “Give me a mi...” And then whatever might have been left of anything I had eaten earlier in the day decided to make a return appearance.She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered the word.“Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?”I made a waving motion toward the row of prescription bottles on the vanity. “Imitrex. Then bed. I’ll be okay once I sleep.”Lisa rifled through the bottles. But even when she's at her worst, I still love her.Most of the time, I'm glad she's my sister." Cori was very quiet for afew seconds. "I was just wondering... how would you feel about beingsisters?" You mean you and me?"Cori nodded and a huge smile spread across her face.It took me a moment to work that out. "Wouldn't we need the same parents... and wouldn't I need to be a girl first?" With the way you call my mom 'Aunt Joan', you're practically a cousinalready. As far as the girl part goes, I.