A little off. Strange.Peyton ran right over to me and did her best to give me a hug and kiss my cheek without getting hung up on my casts. Cute kid. I...needed to make sure I spent some time with her while I was recovering. I thought I could hold cards in my hand now and maybe we could play a game or two. I hardly knew my little sister in V1. I was off to college before she hit high school. I guess I didn’t pay that much attention to her.Mom was putting dinner on the table and called us to sit. There wasn't anything to indicate which problem she could expect to be addressed or who would be addressing it.The team that MIT proposed to send to Georgia as part of the grant application didn't include Charles Brenner or Dr. Benjamin Grayson. The senior faculty member would be Dr. Manfred Hughs, whoever he was. The hopes of a grand extraction looked as grim as the weather.The exhibitionist styles of society were being tested by the cold weather even in the sunny south. The Sun may have been. I toss it to the side, and take my hard nipples between my fingers for a few seconds, moaning my pleasure. I press my body up against yours lightly, and move my way down it, running my tits over your chest and tummy. I run your shaft between them, pressing against you giving you a small standing tit fuck. As I'm rubbing your cock with my tits, I reach down and stroke your balls, teasing your sac. I move my hand farther back between your legs and run my fingers between your ass cheeks, not. ‘Becca, what are you going on about?’ ‘I’m talking about you, singing.’ I stared at her. ‘If you don’t believe me then take a look for yourself.’ Becca shoved her cell too close to my face. The image was blurred. The sound was distorted, but it was me. I knew the when and I knew the where. The words of the song started playing in my head. ‘You’re famous,’ Becca squealed. ‘What’s all the noise,’ Mom asked. Hearing the commotion she had walked around the side of the house. ‘Oh, it’s you Becca..