’ I braced my elbows on the wooden counter. ‘What are you doing here then?’ I said. I noticed she hadn’t changed really. She wore a light blue...track jacket with the team logo on it. She still had her shorts and sneakers on. I also noticed she had a duffel bag under her seat. ‘I’m sorry for being a human being who likes to enjoy them self like everyone else.’ She said sarcastically with a laugh. ‘I’m apologize, it’s just..’ ‘Never met a player before?’ ‘I haven’t..’ ‘Ah well. We’re people too,. Paul cracked open his can and laid down on his stomach to resume his busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing. Setting it down Robin picked it up and took a sip, her lips parted to allow the cool liquid passage into her mouth. Seeing her tongue Paul wished he could lean over and kiss his sister full on the lips, their mouths open wide so their tongues could play together but Jennifer broke him out of that daydream."Are we making our own supper tonight?" Yeah, Mom won't be home till later, did. She’s not particularly tall, at only five-feet-five inches, but she has incredibly toned and slender legs from going to the gym three times a week, that seem to go on forever. This is highlighted by the fact that she only wears miniskirts or dresses and high heels.Her face is classically beautiful, whether she’s recently woken up with no make-up, or out for the evening with full make-up, she always looks stunning. I have to pinch mysel, every time I wake up next to her to remind myself…this. "Stop it, Vicky, someone will see," she whispered. "Yes, they will, and it's Mistress, baby." Vicky pulled the blouse wide open, exposing both breasts for a second. She slid the blouse back together, covering the breasts but leaving considerable skin visible, including the swell of both breasts. Chrissie arrived, along with another server, bearing their dinners. The other server set up a serving tray and left. Chrissie set out the salads, stealing yet more glances at Monica's breasts, now.